Concerned, Jamie watches her closely. Eleanor isn't the type to go pale and unsteady without very good reason, and if what she says is true, then something even bigger than his temporary displacement is at work, disrupting their lives.
"It's like something we might have seen during the Immortals War," he remarks, voice low. Even hushed voices are loud in all this silence. "Ogres or giants or Spidrens."
But there aren't any Stormwings feasting on the dead; thank the Goddess for that.
Jamie climbs off the bike and stares at the huge machine (a truck) dangling off the road above. There's no blood, no gore, but something-
(A terrible shriek, the wail of someone who knows, who BELIEVES with all his heart, that Death is moments away from swallowing him whole, and a flash of red polluting the sky with its darkness as it nears the...
It's close.)
He's breathing deeply, mouth tight and tense. "Let's go."
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"It's like something we might have seen during the Immortals War," he remarks, voice low. Even hushed voices are loud in all this silence. "Ogres or giants or Spidrens."
But there aren't any Stormwings feasting on the dead; thank the Goddess for that.
Jamie climbs off the bike and stares at the huge machine (a truck) dangling off the road above. There's no blood, no gore, but something-
(A terrible shriek, the wail of someone who knows, who BELIEVES with all his heart, that Death is moments away from swallowing him whole, and a flash of red polluting the sky with its darkness as it nears the...
It's close.)
He's breathing deeply, mouth tight and tense. "Let's go."