CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Duncan turned to me and held his scythe aloft. The soft glow illuminated the narrow staircase that wound its way out of sight. “Hurry. They’re probably hungry enough to gnaw through the stones to get at us.”
I pressed one hand against the wall and eased myself down the stairs. The scrabbling of our enemies receded into the foreground until it vanished altogether, leaving us alone with only the echoing sounds of our footsteps.
I couldn’t take the silence for very long. “So, what can’t that scythe cut through?”
“Nothing.”
I turned my head slightly and raised an eyebrow at him. “Nothing? It cuts through everything?”
He nodded. “Everything except death, which has already felt the cut of its blade.”
“So, phantoms are immune?”
Duncan pursed his lips as he stared i
