I stand over my late husband’s grave, reciting the spell that I paid dearly for – a spell to raise the dead. I trip over the arcane tongue, mispronouncing a word. Shit! It probably won’t work now! I forge ahead anyway, and the ground trembles at my feet and splits apart. I am overjoyed!
Until I look up and see that it is happening to ALL the graves in the cemetery.
A T. Rex skeleton emerges from the roiling asphalt of the nearby street. Just how far-reaching IS this spell, I wonder as he clamps his jaws around me.