9
FANTASYLAND
Tintus’ brother was howling, begging for the burn to stop. Rather than experiencing the usual feeling of detachment from a scene that I was merely witnessing, I began to feel a sense of actually being inside it. That I could reach out and touch the Tintus brothers - should I wish to.
Tintus wasn’t letting up, and in another few seconds he would have had his brother’s skin hanging off the bone. I could hear myself humming Joe’s Theme, steeling myself against the pain of this young innocent, when I realised that the screaming had stopped.
Two faces were staring in my direction.
It wasn’t possible. This was just a tear in the fabric of the world that allowed me to peer into other lives. Surely I couldn’t step through that gap … could I?
“Knight!”
The word was shocking. It
