West of January
“It dug claws into my shoulders and belly. It pushed a black-furred muzzle close to my face. Too dazed and horrified even to scream, I stared up at huge yellow eyes with vertical slits for pupils, at pointed ears, at white teeth as long as my toes. It snarled and spat, and the reek of its breath was nauseating.“Stay very still,” said a nearby voice, “or it will rip out your guts.”I rolled up my eyes and pretended to faint. I felt my knife being taken, then the weight moving off me. A boot slamme...d into my ribs. “Now get up!” Obviously my deception had failed.I clambered dizzily to my feet. My captor was short and broad, clad in stiff black leather garments, soiled and much patched. Little of his face was visible between a wide leather hat and a bristling beard—both of them black—but I could make out a broad flat nose and evilly glittering eyes.I clenched my jaw to prevent my teeth from chattering insanely. I was streaming blood. There were claw marks horribly close to my groin.MoreLess
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