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Jem drew the bow back and let the arrow fly; it struck the
creature in the side. The massive demon worm writhed in agony,
undulating as it swept its great, blind head from side to side,
uprooting shrubbery with its thrashings. Leaves filled the air and the
boys choked on dust, Gideon backing up with his seraph blade in his
hand, trying to see by its light.
“It’s coming toward us,” he said in a low voice.
And indeed it was, the arrow still protruding from its
wet, grayish skin, humping its body along with incredible speed. A flick
of its tail caught the edge of a statue, sending it flying into the dry
ornamental pool, where it shattered into dust.
“By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles,” noted Will. “Has no one respect for the classics these days?”
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