The New Sun

Into the horde a selcouth presence came, with candent wrath, with reckless purpose. It skirred into the thousand manes, like a dengue, winnowing and threshing indiscriminately; hewing the goetic pleach to strike for the core.

Something came with it, something in the blood. A cunning venom that devoured the dead and vented living fire. It shut the ululation of the damned, smothered by the roar of a soliform aborning.

And when both eidolon and blight had reached her howling heart, a hundred hands irrupted; rending with gruesome, hysterical sthenia, they sundered thews and bone, til their phthisic trunk was split, and eructed an enceinte bolide to vanquish night.