In the hallway Odd Thomas wailed suddenly, “Long Shadows, Long Shadows!” The recent tremor had knocked them all to the cold basement floor, but Big Ron scrambled to Odd and clamped his hand over his mouth. Odd struggled against him, his eyes startled. Although Ron outweighed him by fifty pounds, it was all he could do to hold on to Odd. Ron’s hand slipped and Odd yelled, “No Shadow, Andrew!” before Ron could get his hand back in place.
The others had recovered and crawled over to assist Ron in keeping Odd quiet. They were in the basement of the building; if they were caught, all of them knew it would mean more than simply a few demerits and confinement to their rooms. Whatever was going on here would mean their death, or worse.
“Why the hell is he freaking out?” Ty asked in a loud
