IN THE EYES OF MR FURY - EXTRACT

 
 
  I 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?"

"Concorde Webster."

"What a good name," it went on.  "Look into my eyes, Concord Webster.  Look into my eyes and tell me what you see."

I stared.

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.