Fighting Medusa's Cousin, or Something

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All was dark in his field of vision, but he could not open his eyes. This creature was akin to Medusa and would turn him to goo if he looked at her. Something flared outside his eyelids, creating a red glow to his left. He smelled the sulfur of a struck match and smoke of a lit wick in an oil lamp. More red, more smells, this time a thick and heady incense. It reminded him of the boardwalk by the Atlantic where he had gotten his fortune read by a suspicious woman in a silk scarf with reflective irises and a fake crystal ball. Hackles up, he resisted the urge to peek. The siren could try every lure in the book, but he was here to save the world, not be tempted.


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Jim Stitzel

Jim Stitzel

Interesting take on sirens, who typically appealed to the hearing rather than the sight. I quite like it. :)

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