by Steven Holding
Panting, we reached the summit of the hill. My guide gestured towards the horizon. The stunning mountain range snatched my breath away even further.
“They call that ridge ‘The Sleeping Giants’,”
I could see why. Trapped within its topography were familiar looking shapes: monstrous, slumbering creatures.
“Legend say it’s the Nephilim… Spawn of fallen angels, waiting to be called to paradise…”
Suddenly, I stumbled, as the ground surrounding us shook.
Earthquake? A landslide?
A chorus of a thousand trumpets echoed as the peak before us split open.
The dreaming beasts had been awoken.
And God have mercy…
They looked hungry.
Steven Holding lives in the United Kingdom. Most recently, his work has appeared in the collection Dark Moments Year Two from Black Hare Press and the anthologies Trembling with Fear Year Three and Trembling with Fear More Tales from the Tree Volume Two. You can follow his work at www.stevenholding.co.uk