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And 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. Inaction meant certain death, and they were down to the very last ticks of the clock. One way or another, it had to be now.

And 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. Inaction meant certain death, and they were down to the very last ticks of the clock. One way or another, it had to be now.

WATER S-S-SISTERS she screamed, howling gaze and voice northward. OH EARTH MOTHER PLEASE ...

Then, turning to the south, a slight upper-torso pivot. It put the blunted nonhead of the thing behind her.

There were more coming in through the window.

Light the candles. A toneless drone, through a mouth that barely moved. Gwen. Please ...

Its skin was closer to bark than it was to shell or skin, but there all resemblance to ordinary plant life terminated abruptly. It's leaves were tonguelike, moist and thick; its thorns canine incisors. It left a steaming slime trail as it moved along the wall, raked inch-deep drywall trenches in its wake.

Its skin was closer to bark than it was to shell or skin, but there all resemblance to ordinary plant life terminated abruptly. It's leaves were tonguelike, moist and thick; its thorns canine incisors. It left a steaming slime trail as it moved along the wall, raked inch-deep drywall trenches in its wake.

Sky-people, she said, addressing the east and forcing her voice to be strong. It was just a slight turn of the head, but the monster tuned into it instantly. She fought down a shudder, cleared dry phlegm from her throat. I welcome you into our circle of light.

She made her decision.

Sky-people, she said, addressing the east and forcing her voice to be strong. It was just a slight turn of the head, but the monster tuned into it instantly. She fought down a shudder, cleared dry phlegm from her throat. I welcome you into our circle of light.

... and suddenly she could feel Them: there with her, a presence and quasi-electrical charge that stood all her short hairs on end, plucked her flesh into goose bumps, sucked the air from her chest. Her spine felt liquid hot and burning with violent primal coursing power, the power of Goddess Herself, the power that spun the earth on its axis and breathed Spark into all that lived ...

Brothers of fire, she croaked, the voice barely clearing her larynx. We need you. Please come to our side.

The monster stopped dead.

Brothers of fire, she croaked, the voice barely clearing her larynx. We need you. Please come to our side.

Oh, no, Micki croaked, her hand freezing in place. The vine probed at the air, like a menacing antenna. When she stopped, it had nothing to go on. It wavered, deaf as well, and then went back to tracing and gouging the wall.

Brothers of fire, she croaked, the voice barely clearing her larynx. We need you. Please come to our side.

There were more coming in through the window.

Nothing happened. Gwen was frozen in place. Micki dry-swallowed tenor and forced her own hand to snake out slowly for the box of matches.

... and the vine-thing stopped when it hit the line. Just stopped.

... and suddenly she could feel Them: there with her, a presence and quasi-electrical charge that stood all her short hairs on end, plucked her flesh into goose bumps, sucked the air from her chest. Her spine felt liquid hot and burning with violent primal coursing power, the power of Goddess Herself, the power that spun the earth on its axis and breathed Spark into all that lived ...

Its skin was closer to bark than it was to shell or skin, but there all resemblance to ordinary plant life terminated abruptly. It's leaves were tonguelike, moist and thick; its thorns canine incisors. It left a steaming slime trail as it moved along the wall, raked inch-deep drywall trenches in its wake.

Micki screamed. She couldn't help it. Every inch of control, every last watt of power dispersed, blew apart in the shower of glass. In that moment, she was emptied of thought, personality, hope. Nothing left but the horror.

And 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. Inaction meant certain death, and they were down to the very last ticks of the clock. One way or another, it had to be now.

Cast the circle now.

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