One moment Kenniston was strolling down the quiet street, lost in pleasant reverie. The next moment the sky split open!
It split wide open, and above them was a burn and a blaze of light—so swift, so violent, that the air itself seemed to have burst into flame.
Then there was silence—awful, suffocating silence. <P> Kenniston felt the chill of premonition—a shapeless terror that grew into a thing too evil to be borne alone.