The rats we met the size of small dogs and they watched us go by like they'd figured out that what People were for was feeding rats.

I gave up on cussing - I'd run out of words filthy enough - and just started praying.

Felix just sat there, not smirking exactly - or not so as you could call him on it - but clearly happy with how unhappy he'd managed to make all of us.

If I was really, really lucky, Felix might throw a fireball at me, and I'd get out of the rest of this freakshow.