BONESTORM

Bones burst from the soil at the Horseman’s bidding, but these were not the skeletal hands he had attempted to wield against Belisatra’s constructs. They danced in a veritable cyclone, a sandstorm of jagged edges and heavy knobs. The noise as they whirled across the stone, blasting away layer after layer, was terrible; the lust-spawned bastard of the earthquake and the tempest.