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knew it, too.


The figure seemed etched in pale blue light: insubstantial as a moonbeam, less than a puff of
smoke. Incorporeal, yet there was a power in it. An unbelievable power.


Taking into account the fact that his neon-limned feet weren't quite touching the floor, Keogh
must be about five-ten in height. If his flesh were real instead of luminous filament, he would weigh
maybe nine and a half to ten stone. Everything about him was now vaguely fluorescent, as if shining
with some faint inner light, so Kyle couldn't be sure about colouring. His hair, an untidy mop, might
be sandy, his face slightly freckled. He would be twenty-one, twenty-two years old.


His eyes were interesting. They looked at Kyle and yet seemed to look right through him, as if
he were the apparition and not the other way about. They were blue, those eyes - a startling, almost
colourless blue neon - but more than this, there was that in those eyes which said they knew more
than any twenty-two year old had any right to know. The wisdom of ages seemed locked in them,
the knowledge of centuries lying just beneath the shimmer of blue haze which covered them.


Apart from that: his features would be fine, like blue porcelain and seemingly equally fragile; his
hands slim, tapering; his shoulders drooped a little; his skin in general, apart from the freckles, pale
and unblemished. But for those eyes, you probably wouldn't look twice at him on the street. He was
just... a young man. Or had been.


And now? Now he was something more. Harry Keogh's body had no real, physical existence
now, but his mind went on. And his mind was housed in a new - quite literally new - body. Kyle
found himself starting to examine that part of the apparition, quickly checked himself. What was
there to examine? In any case it could wait, wasn't important. All that mattered was that Keogh was
here, and that he had something important to say.


'Something's come up?' Kyle repeated the Keogh projection's statement, made it a question.
'What sort of something, Harry?'


Something monstrous! Right now I can give you only the barest outline - I simply don't
know enough about it, not yet. But do you remember what I told you about the Russian
E-Branch? And about Dragosani? I know there was no way you could check it all out, but
have you looked into it at all? Do you believe what I told you about Dragosani?


While Keogh spoke to him, so Kyle had stared fascinated at that facet of him which was
different, that - addition to him since the last time he'd seen or sensed him. For now, superimposed
over the apparition's abdomen - suspended in midair and slowly spinning on its own axis, turning in
the space that Keogh's body occupied - there floated a naked male baby, or the ghost of one, just
as insubstantial as Keogh himself. The child was curled like a foetus floating in some invisible,
churning fluid, like some strange biological exhibit, like a hologram. But it was a real baby, and alive;