An extract from 'The Road' describing a dream of seeing a creature inside a cave:
''When he woke in the
woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the
child sleeping beside him. Nights dark beyond darkness and the days
more gray each one than what had gone before. Like the onset of some
cold glaucoma dimming away the world. His hand rose and fell softly with
each precious breath. He pushed away the plastic tarpaulin and raised
himself in the stinking robes and blankets and looked toward the east
for any light but there was none. In the dream from which he'd wakened
he had wandered in a cave where the child led him by the hand. Their
light playing over the wet flowstone walls. Like pilgrims in a fable
swallowed up and lost among the inward parts of some granitic beast.
Deep stone flues where the water dripped and sang. Tolling in the
silence the minutes of the earth and the hours and the days of it and
the years without cease. Until they stood in a great stone room where
lay a black and ancient lake. And on the far shore a creature that
raised its dripping mouth from the rimstone pool and stared into the
light with eyes dead white and sightless as the eggs of spiders. It
swung its head low over the water as if to take the scent of what it
could not see. Crouching there pale and naked and translucent, its
alabaster bones cast up in shadow on the rocks behind it. Its bowels,
its beating heart. The brain that pulsed in a dull glass bell. It swung
its head from side to side and then gave out a low moan and turned and
lurched away and loped soundlessly into the dark.
With the first gray light he rose and left the boy sleeping and walked
out to the road and squatted and studied the country to the south.
Barren, silent, godless. He thought the month was October but he wasnt
sure. He hadnt kept a calendar for years. They were moving south.
There'd be no surviving another winter here.
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