The Book of Blood Volume 5 Babel's Children Part 12

The Book of Blood Volume 5 Babel's Children Part 12

back. Edgar Tait had regretted his sins, hadn't he?; he'd decided, as the years passed, that he was not the Devil's excrement, that to be returned into the world would not be so bad an idea. Billy was somehow an instrument in that return. 'My grandfather doesn't like you,' the boy said, when they were locked up again after lunch. For the second consecutive day all recreation and workshop activities had been cancelled, while a cell-by-cell enquiry was undertaken regarding Lowell, and - as of the early hours of that day - Nayler's deaths. 'Does he not?' Cleve said. 'And why?' 'Says you're too inquisitive. In the city.' Cleve was sitting on the top bunk; Billy on the chair against the opposite wall. The boy's eyes were bloodshot; a small, but constant, tremor had taken over his body. 'You're going to die,' Cleve said. What other way to state that fact was there, but baldly? 'I saw ... in the city . . .' Billy shook…