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

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.

But what if something happens ... ?

But what if something happens ... ?

She made her decision.

And the windowpane shattered.

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

She made her decision.

There were more coming in through the window.

And the windowpane shattered.

There were five of them now, feeling in through the hole. They fanned out across the walls ceiling floor. Behind her, Gwen mewled and went fetal in the second Micki spun full around, facing west.

And the windowpane shattered.

And she could see it coming, the first one in, the one with the rabid teeth and tongues that foamed as the fat misshapen vine undulated, thundered across the floorboards, sliding the last remaining foot to the lip of her magickal circle ...

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.

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

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

There were five of them now, feeling in through the hole. They fanned out across the walls ceiling floor. Behind her, Gwen mewled and went fetal in the second Micki spun full around, facing west.

... 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 ...

She made her decision.

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 acted it out.

It was ten feet away now and closing.

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.

Gwen was shocked into stasis. Her tears overflowed. Micki took a deep breath.

Gwen. Gritting her teeth. Nothing's going to happen ...

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