Book Eight: Chapter 94

Naturally, the fact that he couldn’t even convey these thoughts to Sofia also pissed him off. After studying the map for a moment, he just shook his head.

“This room is in the wrong place,” he said. “If we go to the other end of the hall, we should be near the dining room, which is fixed.”

“Unless it isn’t,” said Sulyvahn. The dullahan was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “While we’re in there, we might be gettin’ a turn o’ our own, comin’ out in all sorts of places.” The dullahan chuckled. “I’ve a sixth sense about these things. The spirits, they’re full o’ rage.”

“They are quite angry.” Cecilia appeared, her form translucent. She studied the nearest wall with concern. “But they are also afraid.”

“They shouldn’t be.” Mike moved to the closest wall and put his hand on it. He sent his magic outward to explore, but felt nothing. If any spirits lingered there, he didn’t see them. “I’m not here to hurt them.”

“Huh.” Sulyvahn leaned away from