Nightworld

"Don't look," Glaeken said.

But Carol had to look. As soon as Glaeken had touched the hilt the air of the living room became charged.

She'd risen and followed Bill to the far side of the sofa where they now stood with their arms wrapped around each other and watched as Glaeken poised the hilt over the butt spike.

Something was going to happen. How could she turn away?

She watched the old man set his feet, take a deep breath, then ram the hilt downward.