Knife.
I tried to cut through the serpentine curtain with my blade, but with the way it was yanking me I couldn’t get the right angle on it. By the time I did, it was too late. The stone monster had arrived.
He bore down on me with his massive frame and I was mortified to realize there was nothing I could do to fight him. No shape of my wand, no amount of gumption or strength was going to be enough to stop him.
The monster grabbed me—ripping me out of the curtain’s clutches and into his own. He raised me up to his boulder-sized face and his enormous golden, glowing eyes.
I desperately tried to squirm free. But, well . . .
Have you ever tried to find a weak spot in a monster made entirely of rock? Let me tell you, weak spots are definitely not a thing.
Gravel shed from him like sweat
