The smoke was too thick and the light too bright. It took too long for my eyes t

The smoke was too thick and the light too bright. It took too long for my eyes to adjust—to see the movement within the licks of death. Night- dark bodies writhed through the blaze. They were small and twisted, perched on four spindly legs bent in all the wrong directions, all of which looked as if they had been pried from a separate corpse and stitched together into something moderately resembling a single beast. Demons. Even through the fireThe smoke was too thick and the light too bright. It