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"“You men,” Galliard gasped, swiveling his bulging eyes to stare at the three stewards, at the same time trying to shrink down into himself away from his tormentor, but held up—held fast—by the monster’s hands. “You men…you have to…to do something! You have to fight it! Fight them!”
One of the stewards had heard him. His eyes focused as he staggered back away from the woman and looked at the purser in the hands of the demoniac stranger. “Purser Bill?” he mumbled, blinking rapidly. “I mean, what the hell…?”
The woman at once went after him, seemed to flow upon him, her slender hands reaching out like long, raking claws. And as for the first time Galliard saw her actual face…so his jaw fell open. Beautiful? But she was the worst possible nightmare hag! Her eyes were green as jewels, but they burned crimson in their cores, as if lit by internal fires. And her jaws…her teeth!
Her face closed with the steward’s shoulder in the joining with his neck, and Galliard heard her lustful snarl as she bit him there. Then he knew what they were—monsters out of myths and legends, but real for all that-and fought harder still."
3.5 out of 5
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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