CHAPTER 81Henk did not question what he was doing. Whatever the creatures were that had caused all this mess, they were affected in some way by the snow-lit beam of light curving out from the Beacon and that was enough. He still sensed the beam’s opposition to the forces that were distorting it into this unnatural pathway, and he could do no other than join with it.
“Move, move!” he grunted as he levered on the Beacon’s handles, exhorting both himself and the light to battle on relentlessly. Ripples of his efforts trembled along the beam occasionally accumulating and running to and fro as though in search of a way to break free, only to dissipate and vanish like waves retreating down a sea shore.
Henk’s long, wiry frame had a strength and a stamina which was deceptive, and though he coul
