18 Chapter 18

Yep, all we had to do was park that sucker, aim the cannon and let the water flow and flow and motherfucking flow. And no amount of withered flesh can withstand that. Nope, cleared a path dead (pun intended) ahead, as, it seemed, it had many times before, judging by the wall of bones on all sides.

“Yuck,” said I.

“Times a million,” added Dara. “And there but for the grace of God go I.” She grinned. “I used to know a drag queen by that name. Grace O’God. Oh the things that queen hid beneath her habit. One time—”

“Later, hon,” I said, patting her back. “We have work to do.”