It is over before it even properly begins.
One moment I’m waiting to be bit by Ravenna’s steel, the next moment I hear the thuclank! of her scythe falling down.
I open eyes to see what appears to be a huge, jagged white teeth right through Ravenna’s face. It has pierced her from the back of her head, and sheared its way to the front, tearing off half her nose and all of her wicked, inverted smile.
Sand pours out of her like water from a broken damn.
She’s gone.
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Sort of Deadly
Humor*Sequel to 'Sort Of Dead'* *Kindly read the previous installment beforehand* ~ "You know the feeling when you see a glass jar filled with perfectly round, colorful marbles, and you just want to put one - or two, or three - in your mouth, even though...
