#GODS OF SAND AND DESERT SERIAL#

Unless you could see through the illusion, you were a NPC.

See an older teenage boy escorting two twelve year olds through a mall? A dude ate another dudeвЂ™s face? HeвЂ™s from Florida.

#GODS OF SAND AND DESERT SERIAL#

Greek vampires (donвЂ™t ask) were actually serial killers using barbeque forks. Where we saw a rampaging monster, they might see gang members on PCP or like, escaped animals from a zoo. The Mist did a thorough job of keeping us separate by hiding away what was truly there. It was generally accepted that mortals lived in a different world than we did. Some instinct screaming in their hind brains made them avoid it. No one was calling for animal control, so I assumed the Mist was hiding it, but people still knew it was there. It looked like it would drop dead any second. Blue eyes cloudy like it had cataracts lazily roamed the concourse. ItвЂ™s tail was literally a string of bones. Matted orange-brown fur that did nothing to hide the contours of its ribs, weeping sores and bloated stomach, wiry limbs ending in paws that were more claw than flesh and a long snout decorated with a fanged grin. HereвЂ™s what they saw: a creature the size of a healthy horse that looked anything but healthy. вЂњSo donвЂ™t look,вЂќ I said as they caught up to me, cutting through whatever they were arguing about now. I turned my body even more, fishing in the pocket of my jeans for a dime as I glanced behind us.

They could definitely use the sunshine after the week we've had. I scanned the Mall of AmericaвЂ™s three upper levels in the waterвЂ™s reflection, but all I saw were people enjoying their Saturday afternoon. Stones of all shapes and sizes, but differing shades of blue littered the bottom along with a bunch of quarters and nickels people had thrown in. I think it's supposed to be some kind of octopus, but it might have been Cthulhu. I slowed down my walk, angling for the overly complicated monstrosity of a fountain in the middle of the concourse. WhatвЂ™s not cool is needing it because of literal monsters out to kill me. вЂ‹My first clue that everything was about to go to hell was when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

Gods of sand and desert