CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - Special Delivery* 1 *
This didn’t feel like any spell Wendy Joe ever cast.
It felt more like being some stuck inside of some kind of a pipeline, just a way for something real bad to get out.
That’d be the snake, she told herself. Old Damn Baller. He was built like a tube, long and hollow. He was built like a tunnel leading from life towards death and never leading back the other way.
It was bad to go the other way.
I don’t want to do this, she thought.
This is a bad thing.
Waking what’s sleeping is always bad.
To hell with it. I don’t have a choice. I am going to cast the spell, because I’ve got to. I’m going to cast the spell because I am expected to.
It was a strange casting. It felt like being a puppet on strings. Throughout the spell she felt Momma’s cool
