Drood (2009)
“King Lazaree always had diffused lights in each room of his den, light from the main room always filtered through the red curtain, and the coal stove near the entrance to my niche of the opium den always gave off a warm orange glow. Now there was only absolute darkness. I raised my hands to my eyes to make sure they were open and my fingertips touched the surface of my eyeballs. Wincing away, I could not see my fingers.I cried out in the darkness and—unlike my dream—I could hear my screams very... well indeed. They echoed off stone. I cried for help. I cried for King Lazaree and his assistant. No one answered.Only slowly did I realise that I was not lying on my high cushioned bunk as I always did at King Lazaree’s. I was lying on a cold floor of stone or hard-packed dirt. And I was naked.Just as in my dream. Or just as in my real abduction by Drood.I was shivering violently. It was the cold that had awakened me. But I could move, and within a minute I was on all fours and feeling around in my blindness, trying to touch the edge of one of the wooden bunks, or even the stove or the edge of the doorway.My fingers met rough stone and wood instead.MoreLess
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