Roux, Madeleine - Asylum 02 - Sanctum by Roux Madeleine

Author:Roux, Madeleine [Roux, Madeleine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Teen Paranormal
ISBN: 9780062221018
Google: 9eBuAwAAQBAJ
Amazon: 0062220993
Goodreads: 18812716
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2014-01-01T07:00:00+00:00

They queued outside the biggest tent at the carnival. Masked students—no skulls, Dan noted—wandered up and down the line making halfhearted zombie noises.

“Are we scared yet?” Dan said, chuckling.

“At least it will be warmer inside,” Abby said.

When they reached the head of the line, a girl in a convincing bearded-lady costume led them into the tent, where it was, sadly, just as cold. Hay bales marked out the maze, stacked high enough that even the tallest person wouldn’t be able to see over and cheat.

“Good luck,” the bearded lady said, closing off the tent flap behind them.

It was dark, darker than Dan expected. Abby took a few nervous steps forward, herding them along.

“I’m already dizzy,” Jordan mumbled as they rounded the first corner. The only lighting came from above, a few fake lanterns anchored to the hay bale. A moist grassy smell drifted through the narrow lanes, dirt and strewn wood chips scattering as they ambled clumsily through the corridors.

Something zipped by to Dan’s right, brushing his shoulder. It disappeared around the next corner before he could get a good look, but the only glimpse he had gotten made his jaw tighten.

A red cape.

“What was that?” Abby whispered.

“I’m going on ahead,” Dan said, breaking off from the other two.

“Dan, no—don’t!”

Jordan’s voice faded behind him as he ran. Of course, the moment he went around the next turn he was met with a fork and had no idea which way the red cloak had gone. From the darkened passage to his right he heard a low laugh. His skin prickled, but he followed the sound, carefully tiptoeing around one sharp corner and then another. Very quickly, he was lost. Looking up, he hoped the shape of the tent above could help him orient, but a black swath of cloth hid the pattern in the ceiling.

“Lost?”

Gasping, Dan turned, coming face-to-face with the same red-and-black skull mask that had watched them before. He rocked back onto his heels, caught off balance by just how close the mask loomed to his face. In a moment of panic, Dan grabbed for the mask, but his balance tipped backward as the masked figure lunged forward, slamming into his shoulder and knocking him to the ground.

Dan scrambled to push back to his feet, dazed.

Another caped figure appeared next to him, and then another, and a fourth. They swarmed around him, laughing, close enough that he could feel the whisper of fabric as their cloaks brushed his face. Girls laughing, boys laughing . . . Dan couldn’t make out one from the other. He curled onto his side, shivering, but not before seeing a flash of rubbery white, a flash of blue. He recognized the shoe just before it landed in his ribs.

Dan winced. He knew those shoes.

“Cal?” he whispered, finding the strength to climb to his knees. The moment he said it, the red cloaks vanished, rushing off down the maze and out of sight.

He felt a hand clutching his arm and looked down, strangely detached from the physical feeling of the fingers there.

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