Which is as telling as the rest, isn't it? It isn't undead - Ellis' radiance hadn't stricken it -, but it is something terrible if the blessed bolt had caused so much harm. And there, bound briefly in place by that spoken word, it must be really here, a physical thing rather than a spectral one. And with Bradshaw there, dead as anyone else in the cemetery before the creature had even manifested, it must be tied to something rather than the someone who had summoned and bound it.

"Oh well done, Mr Ginsberg!" Fitcher raises a congratulatory fist. She flashes him a broad smile. "Keep it occupied!"

Then over the wall she goes, hurrying to inspect Bradshaw's corpse.