Book Three: Chapter 57

Lightning arced from the crack, striking her and blowing her off her feet. Shrieking, she tumbled across the yard, smoke rising from her damaged flesh. Her snakes hissed in fury, swarming toward the porch, but they couldn’t cross the barrier. Swearing, Kali tried to rise, only to discover that she couldn’t move.

“Go eat a dick!” The firefighter hollered, her helmet pulled low over her face. But it didn’t do any good, because when she tried to back into the house, she tripped on the hose, and Kali was able to see through her poor attempt at a disguise.

“Lily,” she hissed under her breath. Her wounds were already beginning to knit, but it would take some time. She concentrated the healing along her right arm, clumsily pulling her smoldering phone out of her breast pocket. She dropped it on the ground, letting out a small laugh. The High Priest would have to wait. The python wrapped itself around her, cradling her in its warm coils and carrying her away from danger.