Every House Is Haunted by Ian Rogers

Every House Is Haunted by Ian Rogers

Author:Ian Rogers
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781927469194
Publisher: HarperCollins Canada
Published: 2012-11-12T22:00:00+00:00


THE RIFTS BETWEEN US

Stanton was almost out of air and the suns were coming up. He glanced down at his digital chronometer again, and the luminous red numerals seemed to scream at him.

“All right, boys. Pack it in.”

Fydenchuck was down on one knee, collecting a sample of the cobalt-coloured soil. He looked up and stared off at the horizon. “We’re gonna miss a real romantic moment here, bwana.”

“Oh, sure.” Klein came over, waving his telemetry wand through the air lackadaisically. He looked like a cut-rate magician bored with his craft. “If your idea of romance is getting chopped into coleslaw.”

Fydenchuck tilted his head in mock consideration. “Susan might be down with that. I have a theory she was raised by a pack of rabid wolverines.”

“Susan?” The wand dipped a bit in Klein’s hand. “What happened to Julia?”

“Julia . . .” Fydenchuck shuddered. “She belongs out here.”

Klein shook his head. “You’re sick.”

“Hey, she might survive. It’s entirely possible. I tell you, that girl is fierce.”

“Pack it up,” Stanton repeated, a bit more impatiently this time. He was referring to their equipment, but he also meant their shtick. As the team leader he tended to refrain from taking part in the banter and frivolty which was, he knew, really more of a defence mechanism than anything else. That aside, Stanton didn’t joke about the rifts. There was nothing funny about them. Not one little thing.

He checked his chronometer again. “The neural signal is breaking down. Get ready to shift. At five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . . one . . .”

Klein and Fydenchuck disappeared. Not in a flash of light or a confluence of strange energies or even a theatrical cloud of stage smoke—they simply winked out of existence as though they were never there.

“This now concludes our broadcast day,” Stanton muttered as he depressed the button on the back of his glove, and then he was gone, too.



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