Outside the Gothic windows whipped the white veils of a wolf-howling, demon-haunted snowstorm, illuminated in blue flashes by its own lightning. The wax figure on the slab stirred, half-animated; the face moved and then began to melt. The unmistakable stench of dead flesh filled her head, and the thing screamed, begging her to kill it.
The resurrection had failed.
Then the head split down the middle, the skull giving way to a face made entirely of fangs, and it lunged at her.
Elsa woke up, her heart pounding; of late, her dreams had been full of monsters.
A dark little moment from this year’s NaNo novel, The Necromancer and the Barbarian: A Love Story. The excerpts from Annie Brown will return next week.