Chapitre 453: Come Into My Parlor
As we approached the burning village...
No, I don't know how. I'd imagine one of them cast Ignite, or that they struck flint against steel the way most people do. But whatever the barriers were to lighting the village on fire, those arachnids were determined enough to overcome them.
Anyway, as Samiel (my spider, if you recall) and I approached the burning village, we were just in time to see a pyre being built around a half-paralyzed woman.
<She is begging for her life.> I sent.
<I don't care what they beg for, unless it's to be put to the flame.> replied a spider decorated in black and white bands.
<She's got a decent drive for vengeance, as well.> I told Samiel.
<Unlike me, she won't listen while...>
A brown and red spider turned enough to latch a thread of web to my arm. When she pulled, so did I. It should have yanked her right to me, rather than tearing the skin off that entire section.
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Mike_Kochis
Mike_Kochis Oh my. I don't know what part of this scared me the author more, all the spiders, or the literal swarm of biting children. My friend who teaches for a living assures me that children are much worse.
But enough about fear, between the pandemic and the events in Ukraine that are disrupting the world, there's enough of that already in the world. Let us instead talk about hope.
Today, I purchased a bed. It's a simple, bare-bones type of bed, and the mattress is probably too soft. But... better bed means better sleep, and should mean more energy for writing.
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