![]() ![]() Half the pleasure was knowing the horror you were headed toward. ![]() The Path led you to him, whether you hurried or didn’t. Stepping onto the Path’s nighttime street was like being picked up out of normal life and set down in olden days, and then, as you walked, older and older days, and all the way back to when animals were huge and everything was tusked, with the short-faced bear at the very end of it all, Arctodus: slavering, shaggy and clawed, his roar filling the room, teeth and tongue slimy and eyes like holes in ice, monster-king of the Path.Īrctodus was in every kid’s nightmares once you walked the Path he was with you forever, like a god. Jules is twelve years old, attending the wedding reception of his beloved aunt lydia, which is being held at his favorite place-a natural history museum whose interactive exhibit, the Path Through Time, takes visitors backwards through the stages of human civilization, ending up in man's wild and unprotected beginningtimes, with a memorable figure. He wanted to feel little-kiddish again, that safe kind of scared that didn’t seem to exist anymore. ![]()
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