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confined in a small body, and, mere seconds later, to be torn to pieces by an enraged<br />
woman who’d just watched her only hope for ongoing life fall into a monster’s mouth.<br />
The purple shadow-beast abruptly disappeared, replaced by Marla cloaked in white,<br />
crouching amid the remains of Mutex’s body. Small golden frogs jumped all around<br />
her, but she paid them no mind. Marla looked up at Tlaltecuhtli, who was now close to<br />
thirty feet high and spreading in every direction, crushing bushes and bridges and<br />
statues as he expanded. The bronze of the Buddha had changed to something closer to<br />
green flesh, and distinct limbs were forming, expanding out from the central mass.<br />
There was no sign yet of Mutex’s consciousness, but he was in there, B knew, and once<br />
the monster was fully formed, he would strike with zeal and calculation, as Mutex had<br />
in his smaller form. B could already see the vague outlines of the gargantuan monster he<br />
and Marla had seen after their visit to the Possible Witch. Marla backed away, staring<br />
up at the frog-monster, her face empty of emotion, but B could see that she knew, that<br />
she understood that Mutex’s mind still lived on. But he didn’t know what, if anything,<br />
she could do about it.<br />
“I wish…” Cole said, looking down at the golden frogs that covered the ground between<br />
them and Marla. He clenched his hands into fists. “I wish I could do something.”<br />
Rondeau gazed up at the frog-monster, and for once, he didn’t look bored at all. He<br />
looked terrified.<br />
Ch’ang Hao was methodically stomping on the poison dart frogs and kicking their<br />
remains aside. He went to stand beside Marla, and the two of them studied the swelling<br />
frog-monster like surveyors looking over a bit of rocky landscape. Marla spoke to<br />
Ch’ang Hao—B couldn’t hear the words—and the snake god shook his head, grinding<br />
another frog under his foot as he did so.<br />
After the alien intelligence receded, and Marla was no longer occupied by trying to<br />
figure out the best way to kill Ch’ang Hao for his earlier threats, she said, “I’m fucked.”<br />
She had to shout over the sounds coming from Tlaltecuhtli, the occasional moans and<br />
the constant low sounds of meat stretching.<br />
“I see toes,” Ch’ang Hao said, his deep voice carrying easily over the noise. “And the<br />
beginning of fingers. There are mouths appearing on the elbows and knees. Once this<br />
creature assumes its form, it will begin killing. And once it kills, it will grow larger.<br />
That is the way of such gods.” He sounded completely indifferent, and she supposed he<br />
was—he didn’t care if humankind and all its works were destroyed. He likely hoped<br />
they would be.<br />
“I can’t fight this thing,” Marla said. “I can’t attack it any more than I could attack the<br />
Golden Gate Bridge, any more than I could kill the moon. In a few more minutes, we’re<br />
going to get crushed just from the way this motherfucker is expanding. It’s Mutex in<br />
there, too. I just ripped apart the real Tlaltecuhtli. I saw it in its eyes. Poor thing was<br />
confused—didn’t understand what the hell was going on. I actually felt sorry for it.”<br />
She did now anyway—she hadn’t felt much of anything when she’d killed it, or for a<br />
little while afterward, until the cloak’s effect wore off.