[She must be able to hear him, somehow, because the answer comes in a sudden sharpening of his vision and hearing, and the burn of running fades to nothing. Sophie has some control, but not enough. She's given him what she knows he had.

It won't be enough.

Then Sophie is tumbling down as a spear of sunlight to the earth. This is a mistake. The bracken below her is Devil-twisted. It is raising its claws as she falls to snatch her. She changes into an owl and tries to pull herself up but she is falling far too fast.

The claws catch her, dig, pull her to the earth. She thrashes, takes so many forms that she is practically a blur of claws and scales and fur and teeth, but she is well and truly caught.

And Dead Baltasar, the shadow, the Devil, is coming, and he laughs and laughs and laughs]