Chapter 42: […]measuring things in [Hell] by things on earth, at thy request[.] – VI, 893-894
In a twisted way, it’s almost a relief when the door to the dungeon flies off its hinges and through the stone wall.
Lissie’s drawings, although fortunately far away from Tally’s designs, are unsettling at best, and downright petrifying at worst. How she just sits there, letting all those terrible things inside the witch’s head wash through her, Curtis honestly doesn’t know. He does not envy her her powers.
As it stands, he doesn’t even have to bring her back around. The 5-inch, blessed steel door, free from its frame, sends chunks of rock raining down as it soars through the rather neat rectangular hole in the masonry. Lane and Ezra only just managing to scramble out of its trajectory.
There, visible through the aforementioned hole, is a honey-colored wolf, roughly three times the size a wolf is naturally, with piercing blue eyes and a scowl on its face made all the more terrifying by its muzzle dripping blood mixed with vampire ash.