What Shadows Fear

A long time passed — Yazan didn't know how long. In the Kingdom of Shadows there were no clocks, and the black sun never moved across the sky.

The two of them sat silently among the hanging pictures. Tala had stopped crying and begun searching the walls for a way out, the way detectives do in books. She tapped the walls, felt along the corners and wrote notes in her purple notebook. But the walls were smooth and cold, with no crack and no door.

As for Yazan, he did what he always did when he was frightened. He took out his sketchbook and his charcoal and began to draw.

But the pages were already full. So he looked at the big black wall in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then stood up and put his charcoal against the wall.

And he drew.