Excerpt
Something little and black scuttled across the floor. The door creaked and
cracked for a moment before it was still. Dust poured through the flashlight
beam. Something scratched and scratched in a corner. I tiptoed further in and
felt spiderwebs breaking on my brow. Everything was packed in tightancient
furniture, kitchen units, rolled-up carpets, pipes and crates and planks. I kept
ducking down under the hoses and ropes and duffel bags that hung from the roof.
More cobwebs snapped on my clothes and skin. The floor was broken and crumbly. I
opened a cupboard an inch, shined the flashlight in, and saw a million woodlice
scattering away. I peered down into a great stone jar and saw the bones of some
little animal that had died in there. Dead bluebottles were everywhere. There
were ancient newspapers and magazines. I shined the flashlight onto one and saw
that it came from nearly fifty years ago. I moved so carefully. I was sca ... read full excerpt from Skellig ebook