There wasn't time to digest the picture of McAllister's upper half vanishing in that fetid cave of jaws. Suddenly guideless, the small boat turned into a sharp bend, colliding with the scaled neck that towered above them like a friggin' lighthouse.
He crouched to the nightmarish sounds of splintering wood and the furious screeches of a creature clearly escaped from hell. Water gripped at him with greedy claws, drawing him into the lake. A giant head whipped the water, sending waves of darkness to swallow him.
"Sam," he thought, watching a blurry moon fade into a golden spot.
Sam …