A FICTION HOUSE FACSIMILE REPRINT: CAME THE DARK They lay on their sides, facing each other. In the half-light of the cave he could see the sheen of her eyes, the slow curve of her waist. "So we wait," she said. "And we'll have to be very careful," he answered. "He likes the night. He even likes us right now, waiting for us to come out, to give him the pleasure of killing us. Killing . . . that's really his only pleasure." She rolled onto her back. Her voice was soft. "We're going to make it," she said. "We've got the money, and we'll get the car and then there's Buenos Aires, Paris and . . ." They were quiet for a while until suddenly he heard her breath begin to quicken. She turned toward him and he pulled her close. There was time . . ."