Bes ugly vs Nekhebet

 “You asked for it.” Bes rubbed his hands, took a deep breath, and did something I will never be able to erase from my memory.

  If I simply said he made a face and yelled BOO, that would be technically correct, but it wouldn’t begin to convey the horror.

  His head swelled. His jaw unhinged until his mouth was four times too big. His eyes bulged like grapefruits. His hair stuck straight up like Bast’s. He shook his face and waggled his slimy green tongue and roared BOOOO! so loudly, the sound rolled across the Thames like a cannon shot. This blast of pure ugly blew the feathers off Nekhbet’s cloak and drained all the color from her face. It ripped away the essence of the goddess like tissue paper in a storm. The only thing left was a dazed old woman in a flower-print dress, squatting on the lamppost.

Chapter 8