Tinkertool guide skin#

Her spine felt liquid hot and burning with violent primal coursing power, the power of Goddess Herself, the power that spun the earth on its axis and breathed Spark into all that lived. and suddenly she could feel Them: there with her, a presence and quasi-electrical charge that stood all her short hairs on end, plucked her flesh into goose bumps, sucked the air from her chest. Inaction meant certain death, and they were down to the very last ticks of the clock. Micki took a deep breath.Īnd he was right, she knew he was right, there was nothing else and no other way, if the circle was flawed or the ritual sloppy or her will too depleted, then those were the breaks. There were more coming in through the window. It wavered, deaf as well, and then went back to tracing and gouging the wall.

When she stopped, it had nothing to go on. The vine probed at the air, like a menacing antenna. Oh, no, Micki croaked, her hand freezing in place. The sightless thing that entered the room commandeered her complete attention.Īnd she could see it coming, the first one in, the one with the rabid teeth and tongues that foamed as the fat misshapen vine undulated, thundered across the floorboards, sliding the last remaining foot to the lip of her magickal circle. It put the blunted nonhead of the thing behind her. Then, turning to the south, a slight upper-torso pivot. She fought down a shudder, cleared dry phlegm from her throat. It was just a slight turn of the head, but the monster tuned into it instantly. Sky-people, she said, addressing the east and forcing her voice to be strong. It left a steaming slime trail as it moved along the wall, raked inch-deep drywall trenches in its wake. It's leaves were tonguelike, moist and thick its thorns canine incisors.

Tinkertool guide skin#

Its skin was closer to bark than it was to shell or skin, but there all resemblance to ordinary plant life terminated abruptly.