Thursday, October 05, 2006
"Blood-curdling..." -- Part 7
Haggis began to grow scales on her skin and her head began to take on the shape of a deadly pit viper. Dedman became frightened of her newly forked tongue, sharp as a barb, continually sliding in and out of her mouth as though searching the foul air of the castle for prey. Alas, there was no place for him to hide. And no sympathy in any quarter for the fading warlock.
Haggis's appendages began to retract into her body until she became in truth the snake all who had resisted her had known her to be. From her head sprouted additional snakes, one for every lie she had ever told and every bad deed in her history. And they were legion.
Haggis was now the stuff of Everyman's nightmares, doomed to crawl the earth with her unholy disciples, feared and shunned in all the corners of the Earth.