Kate Daniels 02 - Magic Burns

fell.
    Her hand clawed the ground, as she clutched Julie to her, crawling away.
    The tentacles scoured her again and again. Andrea curled into a ball, trying to shield Julie with her body.
    The wolves broke from Ugad and rushed the Shepherd. Tentacles flailed like green ribbons echoed by startled yelps of pain.
    Ugad pummeled at his head, trying to knock the jaguar off, but hit his own horns. The huge cat hung on, his claws wedged. Watery blood drenched Ugad’s massive forehead. Jim dug deeper, clawing at the eyes. Ugad charged in a mad rush, crushing the iron under his feet, straight into the forest of metal spikes.
    Jim leaped straight up.
    The monster’s huge body hit a spike.
    Jim landed awkwardly, slipped, and slid, rolling down the sheet of corrugated metal. His fur left a long red smear. He tried to rise, but his feet slipped out from under him.
    Metal emerged from Ugad’s back, awash with crimson. He strained and pushed himself off the spike. Ugad turned, oblivious to the hole in his torso, stomped over to Andrea’s prone form, and kicked her. She flew from the impact and crashed into the refuse. Ugad scooped Julie off the ground, an odd, imbecilic expression of satisfaction on his ugly face…and found himself looking at Curran.
    Little by little, fighting for every inch, bleeding from wounds, the Beast Lord had gained ground. Curran thrust his clawed hand into the hole in Ugad’s torso and ripped a red clump out.
    To the right, the Shepherd stretched his arms. His robes tore, revealing his thin, awkward body. Tentacles swirled around his shoulders and snapped forward to catch metal spikes. The tentacles contracted and the Shepherd flew past the wolves and clutched at Curran’s back. As one, the reeves clumped onto Curran’s limbs, exposing the necklace wrapped around his forearm. The Shepherd’s icy eyes flared with hungry fire. His mouth unhinged and serrated teeth bit into Curran’s arm and the monisto wrapped around Curran’s wrist. Coins went flying as the cord snapped under the Shepherd’s teeth.
    Curran screamed and I screamed with him.
    â€œIdiot!” Bran hit his head with the heel of his hand.
    Tentacles whipped. A bloody hole gaped in Curran’s arm. The Shepherd withdrew, back toward the hangar. Three of the reeves followed in a gaggle, swiping Julie out of Ugad’s arms, while the rest of the reeves clamped onto Curran’s feet. The giant stared at Curran stupidly, turned and ran to the hangar, blood spraying from his body.
    The wolves fell upon the reeves. Curran shook like a dog flinging water from his fur.
    Ugad’s body punched through the thin metal wall and through the gaping hole I caught a glimpse of the pile of crates.
    â€œNo!” Bran’s mouth gaped open.
    Ugad hit the crates head-on. Shards flew, revealing a metal cauldron as tall as me. Bran swore, biting off words like a pissed off dog.
    Magic hit in a huge choking tide. The witches went down to their knees. The vision wavered and the dome quaked.
    â€œThe flare…” the youngest Oracle whispered. “It’s here…”
    The magic crashed into me, and my body drank it in, more and more and more. No head rush this time. No pause. Just power, pure power streaming through me.
    The Shepherd hovered over the cauldron. His body doubled over and a gush of liquid spilled from his mouth, carrying a glittering spark with it. The spark hit the cauldron and expanded into an enormous lid. He must have bit it off the monisto and swallowed it.
    Curran was almost to them, a trail of broken reeve bodies in his wake.
    Ugad gripped the lid and leaned back. His thick arms bulged. With a guttural snarl, he tore the lid free of the cauldron, opening the gate to the Otherworld.
    Like a storm cloud with a mind of its own, a blotch of darkness mushroomed above the cauldron. Within that shadow, a deeper darkness appeared, hinting at a humanoid form, huge and misshapen. Two hands thrust from the gloom as if welcoming an ovation. Feet in black boots solidified on the cauldron’s rim. Thick forearms emerged into the light, their bulging muscle crisscrossed by shiny strips of scar tissue and dotted with warts. The darkness slunk back, an eager-to-please pet, revealing first a chest in a scalemail enameled black, and then a pale face.
    His nose protruded forward, too long, too flat, like the carapace of a horse skull, like an enormous beak, sheathed in a meager layer of