Next to that sound, the indescribable thing vaster than any subway train - a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light - is positively bearable.
As the ceiling starts to come down Ray snatches Mumble up with one hand and starts running again, away from the thing and the ceiling and the cracking and everything else. All these tunnels are connected, though, and though Mumble probably didn't mean it to happen there are cracks making their way into the stone even here. Chunks of stalactite start to drop from above, some behind Ray and Mumble, some ahead.
As one particularly big one falls Ray says, "Hold on!" and switches off his saber long enough to jump over the shattering stone and roll...
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Date: 2007-11-04 01:47 am (UTC)Next to that sound, the indescribable thing vaster than any subway train - a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light - is positively bearable.
As the ceiling starts to come down Ray snatches Mumble up with one hand and starts running again, away from the thing and the ceiling and the cracking and everything else. All these tunnels are connected, though, and though Mumble probably didn't mean it to happen there are cracks making their way into the stone even here. Chunks of stalactite start to drop from above, some behind Ray and Mumble, some ahead.
As one particularly big one falls Ray says, "Hold on!" and switches off his saber long enough to jump over the shattering stone and roll...