The Book of Blood Volume 6 The Last Illusion Part 6

The Book of Blood Volume 6 The Last Illusion Part 6

casket; the chair where Harry had sat, the Calvados bottle beside it; the mirror above the fireplace showing the room its secret self. Valentin was already moving across to the casket, and Harry heard him sigh as he set eyes on his old master. He wasted little time, but immediately set to lifting the lower half of the casket lid. It defeated his single arm however and Harry went to his assistance, eager to get the job done and be away. Touching the solid wood of the casket brought his nightmare back with breath-snatching force: the Pit opening beneath him, the illusionist rising from his bed like a sleeper unwillingly woken. There was no such spectacle now, however. Indeed a little life in the corpse might have made the job easier. Swann was a big man, and his limp body was uncooperative to a fault. The simple act of lifting him from his casket took all their breath and attention. He came at last, though reluctantly, his long limbs flopping about. 'Now . . .' said Valentin '…