a low rumble comes from the other side of the attic , followed by footsteps . that one detail jarred her : he was so old , growing close to a millennium . there is no way of knowing if she can work with the stones and the power they hold . '' i ask as i wander into the living room from the bedroom . if one of those things pop it could take out an eye . '' `` you , at least , should have more sense than these two puppies . '' 