Long waves of cobras and whips of adders wrinkled the sand of the tomb floor. Rats ran the gauntlet in a torrent of squealing terror. A brown hood struck, gulped hairy, squirming rodent down its gullet. Another victim went stiff from adder bite. Eyes wide, the doomed one followed its tail below sand.
“Clear them out so we can work,” the one-eared
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And Ptah's slave...I want to know so much more about her!
Great play on the prompts as well as the dream concept!
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Ptah's Slave seems like formidable force; the help Esme needed to escape whatever gruesome fate awaited her at the tomb. I wonder what adventures these two will get into once in Amerika.
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What a refreshing vignette, even if it had s-s-snakes. I have a vivid imagine in my mind of the entire scene. I could almost taste the dust and sand. I felt the relief of the rescue too. Or at least I hope that's what it was. Who knows what might lay ahead in Amerika? (Hopefully not snakes!) Well done, as expected from you, L.
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