Sunday, March 25, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday - Netherworld III: Once Bitten Twice Dead (WIP)
Gerald had been gripping Eddie’s shoulders. I saw black fur run out of his skin and his fingernails narrow to claws. In his grief he lost control enough to start shifting. His hint of a triangular nose had become a full panther’s muzzle. Everyone averted their eyes, pretending not to notice. Gerald is a very proud man, and we would never humiliate him.