|IN THE EYES OF MR FURY - EXTRACT|
stood up and walked around the room, touching the various puppets and
dolls. On a chair in the corner there sat a little gargoyle.
It was hideous.
"What's this one?" I asked.
"Ah." Steven stood up. "That's my favourite." He grabbed the puppet. "It's the oldest thing here. It was the first puppet I made after I ran away." He stuck his hand into a hole in the back. The monster's face turned to look at me. "This announced Steven, "is Mr. Fury. Say hello to Mr. Fury."
"Hello, Mr. Fury," I said.
"Hello," cackled the demon, it's mouth opening to reveal yellow fangs. "What's your name?"
"What a good name," it went on. "Look into my eyes, Concord Webster. Look into my eyes and tell me what you see."
His eyes were two pieces of broken mirror.
"What do you see?" it asked.
"Myself," I answered.
Steven put the gargoyle down and looked at me.
"Exactly," he said. And smiled.