The door feels red book, as though a fire is burning behind it.
I press an ear to the wood - but there"s no crackle. No smoke. Just deep, heavy breathing and a curious dripping sound. My hand"s on the door knob. Inside the room, somebody giggles - low, throaty, sadistic. There"s a ripping sound, followed by snaps and crunches. My hand turns. The door opens. Hell is revealed. Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге Lord Loss (Darren Shan)