Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark/Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom/Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade [antikvár]

INDIANA JONES AND THE RA/DERS OF THE LOST ARK 9 crashing mindlessly, panicked, against the barbed branches and sharp creepers. And then they were both gone. Indy, knife poised, hauled back the branch that had so scared the Indians. He was ready to lunge at whatever had terrified them, ready to thrust his blade forward. He drew the branch aside. It sat behind the swiriing mist. Carved out of stone, timeless, its face the figment of some bleak nightmare, it was a sculpture of a Chachapoyan demon. He watched it for a second, aware of the malevolence in its unchanging face, and he realized it had been placed here to guard the Temple, to scare off anybody who might pass this way. A work of art, he thought, and he wondered briefly about its creators, their system of beliefs, about the kind of religious awe that might inspire something so dreadful as this statue. He forced himself to put out his hand and touch the demon lighdy on the shoulder. Then he was conscious of something else, something that was more disturbing than the stone face. More eerie. The silence. The weird silence. Nothing. No birds. No insects. No breeze to shake sounds out of the trees. A zero, as if everything in this place were dead. As if everything had been stilled, silenced by an ungodly, destructive hand. He touched his forehead. Cold, cold sweat. Spooks, he thought. The place is filled with spooks. This was the kind of silence you might have imagined before creation. He moved away from the stone figure, followed by the two Peruvians, who seemed remarkably subdued. "What is it, in the name of God?" Barranca asked. Indy shrugged. "Ah, some old trinket. What else? Every Chachapoyan household had to have one, didn't you know?" Barranca looked grim. "Sometimes you seem to take this very hghtly, Senor Jones." "Is there another way?" The mist crawled, rolled, clawed, seeming to press the three