Chapter 38
Feral Park sat empty, a place on the edge of two worlds, the civilized and the wild, a wasteland of thistles and refuse. No laughter, no music, no playing. There was no movement but the shifting of shadows in the playground, a swing tossed by a light breeze, the rhythmic rocking of the rope bridges. Those shadows seemed things full of rage.
The children were pissed.
Charity felt them very near, seeing her and moving toward her in this place between worlds. She stood just outside the playground with her back to the entrance, feeling them behind her, feeling him but not yet seeing him as he drew near to her. One nightmare behind, another ahead. Soon they would meet with her in the middle. If she could not escape, there was always the final escape of death. She could sim
