WILL STOOD WITH Case on the quarterdeck of the Dream Runner (which Case called “the back part”) as they floated down the River of Souls. Brian sat rigid beside them, ears up, eyes focused on where the hovering Watchers paced the ship along the shore. The figures wore the identical costumes as before—golden furred jackets with clawed paws, green scaled leggings, bird-headed masks with swept-back black wings.
Dream Runner“Same ones from last night in Dream?” Case asked.
“Same outfits. And eight last night, eight tonight. So, yeah, probably.”
“How are they finding you in Dream?”
“Must be able to track people, like I can.”
“Doesn’t that bother you? And that they’re following us tonight?”
It bothered him a lot. But Case had enough to worry about with Fader. “Nothing we can do.”
“They don
