Sunday, September 30, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9

Then Bane started to shift.  His face elongated, and fur shot out of his skin like he was a living Play-Doh Werewolf Fun Factory.  His hands, lying on top of the table, turned into big paws with long, black nails.  And his teeth grew.  Boy did they grow.  I yelped like I’d gone canine myself and took a step back before I remembered I wasn’t in any real danger.

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