“The old man was standing with his back to Cass, bent over a squat potbellied stove from which a length of stovepipe launched off awkwardly into the ceiling. The rest of the garage was an incredible chaos of junk and clutter.
“Now he moved to one side, and Cass gaped in astonishment...It was unlike anything he had ever seen. He instinctively drew back from the hole and something sharp bit deeply into his leg.”