Megan had nearly screamed in the middle of Mr. Henderson’s lecture on the Treaty of Versailles.
And then it opened its three eyes.
Lucas’s phone buzzed. He looked down. Megan smiled, tired but genuine. megan inky
“Draw it,” Lucas said, pointing to the page with The Hollow . Megan had nearly screamed in the middle of Mr
“My great-grandfather saw it once, in a dream,” Lucas said quietly. “He spent forty years trying to bring it here. He believed it could grant a wish to whoever woke it. One wish. Anything.” Lucas’s phone buzzed
“I protected myself,” she replied. “And you. That thing wasn’t a wish-granter. Your great-grandfather just drew a nightmare and got obsessed with it. I read his notes while you weren’t looking. The ‘wish’ part? He made that up. The only thing The Hollow would have done is eat.”
“Save it.” He pulled something from his jacket: a small, leather-bound notebook. It was old, the pages yellowed and warped. He opened it to a page covered in diagrams and cramped handwriting. “My great-grandfather was an artist too. He left this behind. Notes about ‘lucid ink’—the ability to animate drawings. He could never do it himself. But you can.”