scrapers. Spyder climbed to the top of the alkali mound and peered carefully over the top.
"What is it?" asked Shrike.
It was an army. At least, that was Spyders best guess. There were demons and damned souls marching onto the plain to Spyders right. They were clad in armor. Or maybe not armor, he decided. Machinery? Parts of the souls were definitely machine-like. In fact, some were variations on the spider machine theyd see back at the Bone Sea. -Others were Frankenstein patch jobs, trailing long umbilicals attached to still larger machines driven by demons.
"Lulu, tell me youve still got your shotgun," said -Spyder.
"An armed society is a polite society and Im Miss-fuckin-Manners. "
"I take it weve been found out," Shrike said.
"Found out, sold down the river and the river frozen over. "
"Youve got the magic knife. Think what Shrike and I havell stop these demons?" asked Lulu.
"I doubt it. But if theyre going to snuff us, I want to send a few home with bad dreams. "
"Wait a minute," said Spyder. He shifted position on the mound. "Fuck. "
"What is it?" asked Lulu.
"D6a2dfucking-vu. "
"What?" asked Shrike.
"Remember that nightmare you had in the desert? The one we both had? With the chariot?"
"Of course. "
"Weve got the directors cut about to go down right in front of us," Spyder said. He slid down the mound. "That Hell army isnt for us. Its for your friend, Xero. "
"Did you see him?"
"I saw a gold chariot, leading a shitload of souls and demons from the opposite side of the field. They were too far away t
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