filled her, flowed through her, sang inside her.Īfter cleaning off every bit of Dark Wet, she discarded the something and hurried back to the sheltered edge of her web to wait out the storm. As she tried to sink her fangs into it, she ingested some of the Dark Wet, and that. She hurried along the threads, intending to secure her meal before heading back to the safer, more sheltered edge of her web.īut the something was hard and had no meat. Then something screamed-a terrible shuddering in her web-and a piece of AboveWorld crashed into World, ripping, tearing, roaring, shrieking.ĭark Wet splashed her, splashed her web, at the same moment something struck the web near the center. Something she’d never felt before.ĪboveWorld roared and flashed again. But there was something more, something different that trembled through the strands of silk.
AboveWorld roared and flashed, turning dark-time to light-time. Her web shook with the violence of the storm.
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