Gods of the Nowhere by James Tipper

Author:James Tipper
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: samhain, celtic, druids, halloween book, best for halloween, halloween novel, halloween read, james tipper
Publisher: James Tipper

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Sidestepping, Sam sprung upwards, and with a flattened palm swung a roundhouse in the direction of the buzz. He connected. The thing had hair: thick, wiry hair. Sam yelped with disgust. The thing screeched like a rusty door hinge before falling out of the sky to the muddy ground with a wet thud.

Sam and Lucia stepped back, both of them stumbling in the puddles of muck on the shoulder of the road. Sam drove his hand into his pocket and produced his cell phone. He scrolled to his lamp application and hit enter. The phone’s flashbulb turned on, the small pool of light dancing across the muck.

“Oh, my God,” Lucia gasped.

The wounded insect was crawling slowly over the furrowed dirt. It was a spider, a flying spider the size of a small dog. It was light brown and covered in white hair. Sam’s imagination had been correct. Its eyes were clustered on stalks, like inky, blind mirror balls. Its broken cellophane wings were lined with red veins, but now they only dragged the ground like deflated parachutes as the thing stumbled sideways, its drunken lurches punctuated by short bursts of that droning buzz. Sam flashed on the gas powered weed whackers that the gardeners used to tend the cemetery grass back in Colma.

“Oh, God,” Lucia said again, slapping a hand over her mouth.

The spider-thing dragged itself into the weeds leaving a trail of black ichor in the dust.

“I think its family is pissed off,” Sam said with a shaky voice as the drone around them rose to a din. “We have to find cover.”

The sound surrounding them was now even lower, steadier and decidedly angry. Lucia spun, trying to retreat from every direction at once. The flying spider things were...

(hungry)

Lucia knew there were hundreds of them crouched in the dark, flexing their crab-like legs in the weeds, watching them and drooling. They were surrounded, with nowhere to go and suddenly Lucia could picture their bloated, hairy bodies crawling all over her corpse, the popped whites of her eyes stretching like pizza cheese as they tugged them from her skull.

Lucia screamed. Sam jumped and trained the light on her. He saw nothing. She was only screaming in panic as if the wind from her lungs could blow away the darkness. The sound made Sam’s blood run with ice. It was the sound of Lucia losing her mind, and it was the worst sound he had heard yet.

“Looze...” he pawed for her arm, but she was still twirling in a circle, trying to watch all sides of her at once. Her breath was a shallow rasp. He caught her shoulder and pulled her to him.

“I hate bugs,” Lucia cried into his chest. “I hate spiders the most!”

“Wait...” Sam implored her, “listen, just listen...”

“No...” she mumbled miserably into his shirt, her hot breath chugging through his clothes heating the skin of his chest. He grabbed her head with both hands and stroked her hair. “Listen,” he said, hushing her. “It worked. They stopped.”

“They stopped?”

“Yes.

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