39The Tipping PointSoldiers and Leeches had been collecting for days. Masses of the demons arrived in the small glorious corner of Ireland that used to be Conn O’Cuinn’s home, and still they came, marching as one unstoppable band of brothers and beasts.
In the sky, millions of birds followed them. They swooped and circled in a never-ending ribbon of undulating blackness, and created a cacophony of shrieks and cries that were only ever dampened when the thunder crashed above.
The demons had herded thousands of people to a narrow spit of land that dropped both sides into the deep water of the ocean. There was no escape: they would die at the hands of their captors or take their own lives by jumping into the sea. Similar scenes were taking place all over the world.
Conn’s plane had landed
