Page 47 of Dragon’s Flame (Dragon Prince of the Other Worlds #8)

KENNA

K enna tried to imagine her new med-school personal essay now.

So there I was, being woven into a monster’s cocoon, while immortality cultists with bazookas circled around...

Anything to maintain a veneer of normalcy.

A shred of hope.

Because now that she’d been released from the cancerous goop and placed into rough webbing, she was starting not to feel safe.

Especially because the weaving maggot-thing outside seemed to be webbing her in, moving back and forth, coating the area in front of her with stripes of silk, until the rest of the building was hidden.

“Let me out!” she shouted, thrashing against the strands. “I don’t like this,” she added, far more quietly to herself.

And then things got inestimably worse as small creatures started pouring out of the interstices between the webbing, coming for her, like so many little globular ants, crawling up her feet and into her pant legs.

The first bite was tiny. The second was worse.

She screamed, she couldn’t help it, panicking, fully aware that it would be the last time she opened her mouth, because if she did it again, that might mean that those things could get in, and she made herself as small as she could, while the webbing still held her aloft.

But she kept shrieking internally.

Tarian!

Where are you?