All Sorts of Monsters
((This jumps back in time a bit, to fill in some story.))
She crept down the corridor again, night after night, it seemed. The damp earth beneath her feet; the rough stone wall at her side, rasping at her fingers; the sickly-sweet rotted-fruit stench in her nose. The hair on the back of her neck on end, her spine tingling. He was there, waiting… no, not “he”… not any more. “They” had taken over, extinguishing the consciousness that was Ose, the man, the Sterling. Behind her they came, closer, scuttling. The urgent need to run, to escape propelled her down the black passageway. She had to save them, warn them, protect them. They depended on her, trusted her. Read the rest of this entry »
