Franz Marc Reh im Klostergarten

Franz Marc Reh im KlostergartenFranz Marc Pferd in LandschaftFranz Marc KüheFranz Marc Horse in a LandscapeFranz Marc Drei Katzen
Gaspode!’
‘You’ll see I’m right.’
The torch went out.
Victor waved it desperately and blew on it in a last attempt to rekindle it. A few sparks flared and faded. There simply wasn’t enough torch left.
The darkness flowed back. Victor had never known darkness like it. No matter how long you looked into it, your eyes wouldn’t grow accustomed to it. There was nothing to become accustomed to. It was darkness and mother of darkness, darkness absolute, the darkness under the earth, darkness so dense as to be almost tangible, like .
Whoomph.
It was followed by a light so harsh that it projected the image of Victor’s eyeballs on the back of his skull. It faded after a few seconds, but was still almost painfully bright. Laddie whimpered.
‘There you are,’ said Gaspode hoarsely. ‘cold velvet.‘It’s bloody dark,’ volunteered Gaspode.I’ve broken out into what they call a cold sweat, thought Victor. So that’s what it feels like. I’d always wondered.He eased himself sideways until he reached the wall.‘We’d better go back,’ he said, in what he hoped was a matter‑of­fact voice. ‘There could be anything ahead of us. Ravines or anything. We could get more torches and more people and come back.’There was a flat sound from far down the passageYou’ve got some light now, so everything’s all right.’
‘Yes, but what’s making it?’