Lord of the Hollow Dark Page 35

  After all, Marina thought, her hopes of Balgrummo Lodging had been fulfilled, although not through Apollinax. Friends, future, the Timeless Moment-she, with Michael, had them all now. And that hour of talk with Ralph Bain-that, too, was eternal, beyond the tooth of Time.

  “Houses live and die,” she had read somewhere in Eliot’s poems. This house which they were entering might be near death; yet, good at need, it would shelter them from the winter wind. In they all went, defying Kronos. Even a bowl of dried rose-petals might keep Time the Devourer from the threshold.