When she came to there was a medical helicopter circling the lot and the thing which had been Equinox was locked in heated combat with—what had he called it? Thazgul. A thing she could not have described even if her life had depended upon it. A thing whose multiple arms and tentacles were wrapped around Equinox—or what had become of him—like so many green, slimy ropes ... even as he punched at what passed for its head (for his great, hairy arms were free) and snapped at its probing antennae.
For the man named Equinox had been replaced by something akin to a prehistoric bear (or was it a bipedal wolf?); something which towered nearly as tall as the surrounding fir trees and bore a glowing ring—itself the size of a small tire—on one of its long, claw-like fingers.
As for the 5th wheeler in
