Pilgrimage Of The Sacred And The Profane - Plot & Excerpts
Then they gotta be like the hands and feet of whoever controls them,” Clay said, licking his chops. Seeming to sense something in the warrior’s tone, Tae clung tightly to the Hunter’s black coat. “This’ll be fun. I’m gonna give this thing a good long lesson in what you get for trying to use good ol’ humans as guinea pigs. Have some of this!” A note of unearthly beauty shot off, with death as its passenger. The globes of light directly in front of Clay shattered without a sound. “Serves you right,” the warrior sneered when he sensed obvious pain from nowhere in particular. “Get ’im!” Granny shouted encouragingly. “You got it!” Clay replied, spinning around. But a scream from Tae froze him solid. “Why, what is it?” Granny asked, seeming terribly upset as she turned around. A second later, the old woman’s eyes opened wide.
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