The devolution WILL be televised.
Two young women, both insignificant figures in the magical underworld,
find themselves drawn away from their personal concerns and into an
odyssey through the Minneapolis sewers, the future, and the past, as
they battle against a coalition of wandering sorcerers, a warlock who
casts spells through drains and pipes, and the weeyatches, a coven of
reality stars/witches, in order to prevent a dystopian catastrophe.
A waterspout burst slantwise from the channel, its fringes spraying
Mae across the face and throat. Something thwapped into the wall
between Mae and Dylan. The gusher lost momentum, fragmented, and
splattered onto the wooden ledge, revealing a mottled and lumpy rope,
one end coiled around the rung level with Mae’s nose, the other
trailing back into the water.
The rope yanked taut, sending up a fine mist, releasing an
eye-watering reek that caused bile to rise to the back of Mae’s throat
despite her sewer-blunted sense of smell. The rope quivered with the
strain, then Mae took a step back from the section that began to
split, drizzling foul dark fluid onto the ledge.
The rope snapped. Mae jumped backwards. The portion coiled around the
rung flicked into the wall, the other portion flopped to the sodden
planks and slithered back and blooped into the channel, vanishing
under the brownish waters.
Mae’s mouth filled with pre-vomit drool. She hocked and spat it out.
Dylan shrieked as another rope shot at her. She ducked and it
whipcracked into the wall and retracted to the waters while another
hurtled at her, and she straightened and arched her back and the rope
smacked into the wall as she fumbled her flashlight, which cracked
against the ledge and winked out.