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The black bat didnt turn its prehistoric toothy head, but it must have sensed their approach, for it squawked and veered off, making a sound like a diving B-98 bomber. It dove down a corkscrewing fifty-meter-wide side tunnel.
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the side of the giant red bat as it swung to the left and dropped like a meteor. Its wings had snapped shut, hurtling them down the precipitous side tunnel in pursuit of the black bat and its human More Page Herb Donaldson prey. His stomach felt like it did in the high-speed elevator at the bella twins
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they continued plummeting downward, the walls of the tunnel drew in tighter and tighter. Rockson could see it slipping by like the corrugated lining of some giant More Page Herb Donaldson dark intestine at a mile a second. The red bat started screaming out a high-pitched sound, possibly to steer itself, listening to the echoes melissa rycroft
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God, More Page Herb Donaldson if this kept up, he thought, they would soon reach the flaming hot magma lying miles under the Earths crust.
Starlight, Rock shouted, where are we going?
To hell itself - where the dark creature, the ruler of 
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The bomber-sized black bat disappeared from More Page Herb Donaldson view momentarily around a sharp corner, then reappeared. They were gaining on it. Rocksons wind-teared eyes squinted over the red bats head to see that Stafford was still held in the grip of the thing -and the canister was still in his 
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grip. As the suffocating, More Page Herb Donaldson sulfurous-smelling high-pressure winds whipped by, the noise his steeds leathery wings made mimicked a Stuka dive bomber. The yawing and rolling of their impossible flight path through volcanic tunnels deep under the Earth continued until Rock felt his ears would burst. He was near to More Page Herb Donaldson blacking out. Gravity ceased to prince health
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five minutes of flight in the glowing red dimness? It seemed like a thousand miles. They were somewhere deep into the Earths bowels. It was growing very hot - perh.
