She opened the door onto another room.
Skeletons hung suspended from the ceiling, birds with huge wingspans. Others were propped against the walls, some human looking, carrying additional bones in their hands like axes. An elephant, a horse, a snake twined around a bare branch, it reminded Philip of museums he’d seen as a child--and, more recently, alchemical laboratories and workrooms. This was huge, long, stretching further than he could see.
Raul led the way, passing Cool-Eyes in the doorway, scanning both sides and the ceiling with his rifle as he walked.
“The Chamber of Bones,” Cool-Eyes said, running her fingers along the edge of the snake--which looked like one tremendously long spine and rib cage and a flat head. Dust rose in the wake of her touch, and the skeleton trembled.
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