 Fury by Elizabeth Kaye, narrated by Jenny Bryce. CHAPTER I. THE IMPOSSIBLE POT. Far away the thunder growled like a mad dog. Melanie looked up. The sky had gone very dark, and a moment later she felt the first drop of rain. She was standing at the top of Hangman's Hill, at the entrance to a little museum. She could see the building at the end of a twisting path, so she made a run for it. The door was old and very heavy. It seemed to be stuck, but in the end it creaked open and she slipped inside. It was even darker in there than it had been outside, and she could hear shuffling footsteps. She thought she saw a distant flash of a dark green uniform and white hair, then a light flickered on. After that the footsteps went away again, and she was alone once more. So why could she hear tapping right beside her? There really was no one in sight. The noise was coming from inside a display cabinet. She peered through the glass and saw a large Greek vase. On it were painted a tree, a dog, and a man. And the figures were moving. Melanie rubbed her eyes. The man seemed to be trapped on the surface of the vase. It was as if he was behind a pane of glass, and he was tapping it to test its thickness. The dog was big and white and powerful, a bit like a pointer. Then Melanie saw that the man was digging away to hairline crack with a knife. Suddenly the dog froze, and the man turned to look. Something dark slid round the side of the vase. The dog sank to his belly, and the man backed away until he was up against the tree. Black shapes were swirling into view, and the man had a look of terror on his face. Everything was happening in total silence. Melanie became aware that she was hardly breathing. The figures in front of her were more real than any she had ever seen in a painting. Her mouth had gone very dry. And then the man looked up and saw her through the crack. His mouth dropped open, and he looked amazed. Then his expression changed, and he signalled in panic for her to break the vase. When she didn't respond, he got down onto his knees and placed his forehead on the ground facing towards her. He was begging her in silence, and it was as clear as it would have been 3,000 years earlier. Melanie lifted Sample complete. Ready to continue?