Saturday, March 19, 2011

Snippet from The Last Shaman

A rancid stench reached my nostrils and I gagged from the smell of it as slimy strands of rotting flesh dripped from the monster. Its arm reached toward me and I wanted to run or scream but terror had paralyzed my body. It bent down toward me and with the face of death staring me in the eye; all I could do was stare back.

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