So here's the excerpt:
Puzzled, Trent moved away
from them and in the direction of the emanate evil, but when he reached the leafy
corner, he froze. He didn’t know if he should advance, or if he should retreat.
He decided to advance. After a single step, a monstrous humanoid shape, rotted
and moldy, suddenly pounced with the ferocity of an African lion. It attacked
violently, clawing wildly with talons ripping flesh from bone. Trent could only
throw his arms up to protect himself, but it was useless. The creature’s size
was overpowering, and its stench overwhelming. Trent felt himself succumbing to
the slashing savagery.
In moments, it would be
over, but Trent was a fighter, and he refused to submit. He reached deep into
his heart, into his soul, and retaliated with every fiber of his being,
pummeling the monster with his fists, again, and again, and again. By sheer
force of will, Trent gained the upper hand and didn’t stop bashing and smashing
until all that was left of the ghastly ghoul was little more than a gooey gob
on the grassy ground.
End of excerpt. Maybe I'll make this a regular thing. That passage was written in the very first draft, by the way, and had undergone very little revision in the months and years that followed. I've always been partial to it, and I'm glad it survived all the editing since then.
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