Trollhunters by Guillermo Del Toro & Daniel Kraus

Author:Guillermo Del Toro & Daniel Kraus [Guillermo Del Toro & Daniel Kraus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781423125983
Publisher: Disney-Hyperion
Published: 2015-07-07T04:00:00+00:00

Suburbia looked vulnerable to me now. The houses were built of flimsy walls instead of solid stone; the picket fences were laughable in their meager attempts at claiming a piece of land; the ornamental mailboxes and flower lattices cried out for indifferent destruction. Each identical row of houses looked like a line of eggs waiting to be stomped on.

We rested on our elbows among the bushes in a backyard. ARRRGH!!! concealed herself in the opposite fashion, standing straight enough to be mistaken for another tree. Fifty feet away was a house painted a pale pink, and I strained for signs of trolls in the flower bed, the scatterings of garden tools, the swinging porch bench, the coils of water hose.

“There,” Jack said. “There. There. There. There.”

It took me several minutes before I could see the Nullhullers. Concealed in shadow by scruffy gray coats, they were the size of monkeys and had noodly arms and legs unequal to the task of carting around their obese bodies. Their eyes were large and completely black and their noses dark and runny. Most notable were mouths so wide that the corners almost met at the back of the head. As they crawled, the top halves of their heads popped up and down like garbage can lids.

“Dammit,” Jack whispered. “There’s number six.”

“Why, is that one worse?” I asked.

“Nullhullers, the odious cretins,” Blinky replied. “They travel in packs of five.”

Indeed, four more fat, long-limbed creatures wobbled onto the scene, and then there were ten giggling and snorting Nullhullers. Eight of them were gesturing at a second-floor window, though I could not imagine how creatures so fat would scale the wall. Meanwhile, the remaining two began scribbling across the side of the house with what looked like red chalk. They made a circle, then within that circle drew an upside-down star. I recognized it as the sign of Satan cherished by all the heavy-metal kids at school.

“Nullhullers are Satanists?!” I hissed.

“Don’t be silly,” Blinky scolded. “They’re Irish. More to the point, the Nullhullers are such a disorderly bunch that they are attracted to order wherever they can find it. Hence the traveling in fives; hence the attraction to drawing symbols of perfect symmetry. It was only by accident that they discovered that this particular symbol struck fear into the hearts of suburban adults, who would blame attacks on humans with impure beliefs. An ingenious cover, I must admit.”

There was a nattering among the Nullhullers indicating that they were ready to act. The ten of them drew together in a loose circle, quivering in excitement, their mouths lifting open to reveal sparse, square teeth that looked like chunks of granite.

“How lucky you are,” Blinky said. “You are about to witness possibly the most vile ritual in all of trolldom.”

The Nullhullers’ squat bodies began to hitch and jiggle. Thick drool poured from their agape mouths, followed by a brown lard. A symphony of choking sounds emitted from their bodies as a plump, translucent sac began to emerge from each gaping throat.

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