Younger Gods 1: The Younger Gods - Plot & Excerpts
I had to get free, try to do something for Dorothea as quickly as possible. I clawed for the way out, keeping my mouth closed to avoid swallowing any of the manifested energy. Swallowing blood tended to go poorly. Esther had tricked me into doing so when she was six and I four. A painful, not overlong stomach pumping later, and I had learned my lesson. Reaching the edge of the mass led directly into tumbling gracelessly onto the cold grass of the lawn. Once I was free, I dissolved the power that kept the blood-forged mass in shape, and it dissolved into the ground like a sun-warmed pond, staining the winter-burned grass. I pushed up onto all fours, wiped the blood from my face, and said, “Dorothea? Where is she?” A strong grip lifted me to my feet. Carter. His eyes were wide, as if staring at something far away. “She’s gone,” he said. “What about your healing?”
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