The Onyx Continued

Nick looked down, then back up at madeline. I think we're in trouble, he said,. more trouble than before? She asked in genuine disbelief. The floor rumbled again, this time cracking down a fault line an sending jagged wooden spears up into the hallway. It is fortuitous the baroness of lesser falls brought me to this place. An onyx the size and shape of a durion half out of its skin, whirled around the corner aba hamoth of power condensed into a preposterously small form, humming wasp like. Nick yanked madeline into the elevator and threw up a protective wall of condensed space and time an inch in front of