Chapter Eighteen: Like A Hurricane
The force by which Facilier was thrown was like being tackled by a 500lbs linebacker. His head smacked against one of the gravestones in the Old Burial Hill cemetery, knocking off his top hat and exposing his wild, unkempt hair. The attack literally came from nowhere. There was an entity from within the Gracie Manor that was keeping the voodoo witch doctor out. And Facilier knew exactly who the entity was, glaring at the mansion with furor. “Somethin’ wrong, Shadow Man?” He heard Oogie’s voice speaking from the heavens. Looking up, Facilier saw his silhouette cast upon the full moon that loomed over the town of Salem. “Naw, nothin’s wrong, Oogie,” Facilier gathered himself. “Just a spat between two old frien...