One way or another, it had to be now.įuck the candles, Bob-Ramtha said. Inaction meant certain death, and they were down to the very last ticks of the clock. It wavered, deaf as well, and then went back to tracing and gouging the wall.Īnd he was right, she knew he was right, there was nothing else and no other way, if the circle was flawed or the ritual sloppy or her will too depleted, then those were the breaks. When she stopped, it had nothing to go on. The vine probed at the air, like a menacing antenna. Oh, no, Micki croaked, her hand freezing in place. She fought down a shudder, cleared dry phlegm from her throat. It was just a slight turn of the head, but the monster tuned into it instantly.
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Sky-people, she said, addressing the east and forcing her voice to be strong.
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