The Pulse of Kato Whip: 15
Excerpt:
A loud crack sounded in the distance, which might have been the breaking of a physical law; for the tip of the whip never sped past him, nor was it lingering behind when he checked there. Rather, the whip went straight up, snagged on something above.
He looked up at the cloud directly overhead. Great. Leave it to him to somehow snag a cloud. He tugged hard, but it wouldn’t give. He wrapped the whip around his wrist for a better grip, then jerked harder. Suddenly he was hanging in the sky.
“No!” he cried.
The bed drifted onward while he remained hanging in midair. He peered up at the cloud. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was getting closer. Was it descending? No, that didn’t seem to be the case. He was being reeled up!
He hung on for dear life, wishing he could reach into his back pocket to see what The Book of Blank Stares had to say about all this; for though he no longer trusted the book, it was still better than facing the grim unknown alone.
A damp white fog closed about him, obliterating all. Soon it began to thin, and he glimpsed ghostly funnels above, snaking about in wild orientations. He imagined it a graveyard for tornadoes. But as he was reeled up among them, he saw that they were massive funnel webs. There were other structures as well, tubular corridors that twisted away through starbursts of supportive web, branching here and there towards massive organs — as if he were in the visceral cavity of some large beast. Thick twists of glistening web rose from these towards the full moon high above.
The adventure continues…
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