Oh wow. Today, we slogged. Three chapters. Lots of words. The end is coming.
Starting Count: 94284
Ending Count: 99417
Net Gain: +5133
Current Word YTD count: 9116
Power flowed into her, into the gaping maw of Famine coiled deep within her, and Cleo felt her Horseman start to rise. The problem was, there seemed to be no limit to the Chaos stretching across the road, and unless she and Rick could break it, the ambulance was going to crash right into it. And then the gods only knew where it would end up.
“But, Father, she’s not near her time,” Chrys said. “It’s barely the beginning of the third trimester – the child will not survive a birth here, now.”
Then Thom and Lucifer were there, side by side, both on tall horses that shrilled challenges. Beside her, Strijd screamed in response as Rick took aim at Lucifer. Cleo didn’t even think: vines of Power rippled from her, twining around the false Horse that her twin rode.
Lucifer didn’t move, even as Rick’s shotgun blast ripped a chunk from his shoulder. He just raised his other arm, which held a long sword, and waited for the ambulance bearing down on him.
But Cleo’s vines slithered up around Thom’s mount, dragging it bodily off the road even as it fought against her. Thom grabbed one of the vines and Cleo shrieked as cold, icy Power flowed back up into her, burning into her. Spiders with long legs scuttled up along his arms and across the rope, dragging Madness’ webs behind them, their eyes fixed on her. She poured more Power against his, fire to his ice, life to his death, and the onrush of spiders faltered as huge leaves opened on the vines, Venus flytrap-like leaves that crushed the arachnids as they moved towards her. But it only slowed them. She looked up to see Thom’s dead eyes, dulled by cobwebs that rippled in their depths, staring fixedly at her.
You cannot resist. His thoughts oozed into her mind, coated with an overtone of coppery bile that hung heavy in her throat. You cannot win. Join us, Cleo, and live. Join us and you can have whatever you want…