Chapter 33Cold radiated from the inhuman spirit cradled in the hands of a dead woman. The parasitic spirits had burrowed into those on this ship. Not only spirits, he realized. Physical things had attached themselves to the crew. He saw the activity around him on the spiritual pane, but the hands that held him had taken on substance, as if the creatures existed in both panes and could shift from one to the other.
“St. Butler protects and preserves me,” he said, each word a struggle without his prosthetic face.
The glow he sensed around his body, St. Butler’s light, made the spirits holding him struggle. The cross things burrowed deeper into the husks sheltering them, trying to move away from the light. The red and blue tendrils woven through the blackened and distorted limbs, sank into t
