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Simultaneously, you jump across the slab, rolling over as you hit the solid floor beyond. The creatures laugh horribly. They raise their sinewy arms and spread their webbed fingers, shooting forth their talons like curved assassins' knives. They lurch forward to attack, blinded by bloodlust to the danger that lies beneath their cloven hooves.

In an instant their laughter turns to lamentation as the slab drops away and they disappear, screaming as they plummet, into a deep, dark abyss.

Turn to 12.

Text copyright © 1986 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1986 Gary Chalk.