Henry Bendy And The Ink Machine Novels & Stories

He was a very tall man, he stood with his chest as if he were once a soldier, he looked at me and I noticed how enchanting his eyes were, with a full beard, blonde hair reaching his shoulders and rolled up sleeves he nodded his head. Taking five steps he leaned against the counter, cracking a smile he looked me in the eyes, " What can I do for you today miss?" Grinning politely I asked," I'm looking for Dante." Frowning he looked to his right he whistled and raised his hand, looking at me again he leaned forward," he'll be with shortly miss, anything else?" Quickly glancing behind him I replied," I'm alright thank you." With that, he nodded and left.

"How are you, Luca?" "I'm fine, Marg. Thank you. How are you and the family?" "Oh, we're well. Thank you so much for asking." She smiled at me and picked up a couple of menus, then led us to the back room. There was an uproar of greetings as we entered the space, and I immediately spotted the birthday boy sitting at the head of a long table with a cigar in his mouth and a crown on his head. And not like a paper crown that you buy at a party store, but one that appeared to be pure gold with different colored stones at the tip of each peak.

Once the machine was unwrapped, an octagon cubicle was revealed. It looked so much alike with the machine Uncle Sid made 78 years ago in Zaenosh. But it was completely a different thing. This machine is made of earthly minerals and earthly parts. This, too, was more advanced and developed than the other one. Uncle Sid turned on a switch and focused himself on casting a spell. Eurie watched him, she was tranced by the swift movements of the glowing lines that soon drew a pentagram.

"Vanelope will try to get inside your head. She'll make you doubt everything—me, yourself, what you want." "And what do I want?" I asked, because apparently I was a glutton for punishment. His smile was sharp enough to draw blood. "That's what we're going to figure out." He walked around me slowly, then stopped at his desk and leaned back against it. “Bend over,” he said. “Hands flat. Legs apart.” My breath hitched. Still, I obeyed. The desk was cool beneath my palms. My hair fell around my face, curtain-like. The leather of his belt creaked softly behind me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but every moment felt like I was suspended on the edge of something sharp and holy.