Chapter 22
Henry was the first to recover. “What?”
“The writing on the page is glowing red,” said Thomas.
Benjamin leaned in. “No, it isn’t.”
“Yes, it is.”
Henry looked. “No, it isn’t.”
“Well, it is to me!” Thomas flipped through the book. Another page leapt out at him, glowing bright blue. He held it up. “This one is glowing, too.”
He looked closer at the page, then reached a tentative finger out and touched it. The coarse paper felt rough to his fingertips, and beyond that there was something… almost a vibration, but so faint Thomas could barely perceive it.
He realized no one had spoken and looked up from the page. His friends were all staring at him, faces wary. “I could use some help here.”
“There are no colours,” said Benjamin slowly, like he was speaking to a dog ready to a
