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You’re telling me?’ said Ginger. ‘Get on with it!’
The wizards moved forward.
Ginger heard footsteps behind her. It was the Dibblers.
‘Why’s it frightened of the flame?’ said Soll, and the Thing backed away from the advancing wizards. ‘It’s just illusion. It must be able to feel there’s no heat.’
Ginger shook. It began to climb the tower.

Victor slid off his horse and stopped concentrating. It vanished.
Despite his panic, he found room for a tiny gloat. If only wizards had gone to the clicks, they’d have known exactly how to do it.
It was the critical fusion frequency. Even reality had one. If you could only her head. She looked like someone surfing on a curling wave of hysteria, perhaps because it is not every day you see giant images of yourself trampling down a city.‘It’s used Holy Wood magic,’ she said. ‘So it can’t disobey Holy Wood rules. It can’t feel, it can’t hear. It can only see. What it sees is what is real. And what film fears is fire.’Now the giant Ginger was pressed against the tower.‘Well, it’s trapped,’ said Dibbler. ‘They’ve got it now.’The Thing blinked at the advancing flames.It turned. It reached up with its free hand