![]() ![]() When they were harvested, it would carry them away to crucify them on a wall as it had done with Timothy, transforming their mortal forms into nine chrysalises. How it would do to them what it had done to Brother Timothy, I didn’t know, but I was certain that it would methodically gather them to itself, one by one. I assumed the beast would either pry open the doors and reach inside for the nine men or pluck them as they tried to escape. The Russian and the eight monks could exit only by the back hatch or by the doors turned to the sky, but not with ease and not with haste. THE slowly turning tires on the port side uselessly sought traction in the snow-shot air. The SUV rolled forward.īefore Romanovich could build any speed, the creature arrived, reared up, extruded intricately pincered arms, seized its prey, and tipped the vehicle on its side. Out of the north came the monster, harrowing the field of snow, moving less quickly than before, a sense of ominous intention in its more measured approach.Īmazement, fear, curiosity, disbelief: Whatever had immobilized Romanovich, he broke free of its hold. Knuckles pumped the horn, and the brake lights on Romanovich’s SUV fluttered, and Knuckles used the horn again, and the Russian began to coast forward, but then braked once more. ![]() “He’s waiting for another look at it,” I said. ![]()
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