Pinnatte bared his teeth. Bay as much as you like — you are doomed. The thought filled him — possessed him — as though it were not his, and, for an instant he had the feeling of someone else looking out through his eyes. At the same time, a twisting spiral of fear wormed deep inside him.
He was in danger! Something was happening to him that he must fight, or he would be lost for ever.
Then both sensations were gone, and he was himself again.
Or was he?
He drew his hand across his mouth. It was damp — almost as though he had been slavering at the prospect of what was to come.
And what was to come? He could feel something stirring within him: a cruel, relentless will being drawn towards the focus of the waiting crowd. This time however, wrestling with his desire to stay, he felt also an
