"They—won't. Try—to leave. You'll—see—"
There was something in her voice that rasped my nerve-ends. Cat-footed, I spun about, looking this way and that.
Still nothing. Nothing but a strange, misshapen room and twisted, nonrepresentational statuary.
Wordless, I shoved Celeste Stelpa towards the door.
Like an echo, something seized me by the ankle.
It was a tentacle—a tentacle attached to a weird, pseudopodic body that hadn't been there brief moments before.
Frantically, I tried to jerk free.
Lightning-fast, off to one side, a distorted lump of sculpture changed shape ... hurtled at me.
Floundering and flailing, I went down....