pecking out their souls in her bird form of a hooded crow. The Celts had called the severed heads of their enemies Macha's Acorn Crop, but they had no idea that she cared nothing for their tributes or their tribes, only for their blood and their souls. It had been a thousand years since she had seen her woman claws like this.
"I still can't hear," said her sister Nemain, who groomed the blue-black feather shapes on her own body, hissing with the pleasure as she ran the dagger points over her breasts. She was showing fangs as well, which dented her delicate jet lips. It had been her lot to drip venom on those she would mark for death. There was no fiercer warrior than one who had been touched by the venom of Nemain, for with nothing to lose, he took the field without fear, in a frenzy that gave him the strength of ten, and dragged others to their doom with him.
Babd raked her rediscovered claws across the side of the culvert, cutting deep gouges into the concrete. "I love these. I forgot I even had these. I'll bet we can go Above. Want to go Above? I feel like I could go Above. Tonight we can go Above. We could tear his legs off and watch him drag himself around in his own blood, that would be fun." Babd was the screamer - her shriek on the battlefield said to send armies into retreat - ranks of soldiers a hundred deep would die of fright. She was all that was fierce, furious, and not particularly bright.
"The Meat doesn't know," repeated Macha. "Why would we give away our advantage in an early attack."
"Because it would be fun," said Babd. "Above? Fun? I know, instead of a basket, you can weave a hat from his entrails."
Nemain slung some venom off her claws and it hissed in a steaming line across the concrete. "We should tell Orcus. He'll have a plan."
"About the hat?" asked Babd. "You have to tell him it was my idea. He loves hats."
"We have to tell him that New Meat doesn't know."
The three moved like smoke down the pipes toward the great ship, to share the news that their newest enemy, among other things, did not know what he was, or what he had wrought on the world.
Chapter 12
12
THE BAY CITY BOOK OF THE DEAD
Charlie named the hamsters Parmesan and Romano (or Parm and Romy, for short) because when the time came for thinking up names, he just happened to be reading the label on a jar of Alfredo sauce. That was all the thought that went into it and that was enough. In fact, Charlie thought he might have even gone overboard, considering that when he returned home the day of the great firecracker/sewer debacle, he found his daughter gleefully pounding away on the tray of her high chair with a stiff hamster.
Romano was the poundee, Charlie could tell because he'd put a dot of nail polish between his little ears so he could tell it apart from its companion, Parmesan, who was equally stiff inside the plastic Habitrail box. In the bottom of the exercise wheel, actually. Dead at the wheel.
"Mrs. Ling!" Charlie called. He pried the expired rodent from his darling daughter's little hand and dropped it in the cage.
"Is Vladlena, Mr. Asher," came a giant voice from the bathroom. There was a flush and Mrs. Korjev emerged from the bathroom pulling at the clasps of her overalls. "I'm sorry, I am having to crap like bear. Sophie was safe in chair."
"She was playing with a dead hamster, Mrs. Korjev."
Mrs. Korjev looked at the two hamsters in the plastic Habitrail box - gave it a little tap, shook it back and forth. "They sleep."
"They are not sleeping, they're dead."
"They are fine when I go in bathroom. Playing, running on wheel, having laugh."
"They were not having a laugh. They were dead. Sophie had one in her hand." Charlie looked more closely at the rodent that Sophie had been tenderizing. Its head looked extremely wet. "In her mouth. She had it in her mouth." He grabbed a paper towel from the roll on the counter and started wiping out the inside of Sophie's mouth. She made a la-la-la sound as she tried to eat the towel, which she thought was part of the game.
"Where is Mrs. Ling, anyway?"
"She have to go pick up prescription, so I watch Sophie for short time. And tiny bears are