Meg - Geraniums Protect Her

I found a third geranium, then a fourth.
Finally, pausing between verses, I heard a small voice up ahead: the sound of a girl crying.
“Meg!” I gave up on my song and ran.
She lay in the middle of a cavernous food larder, just as I had imagined. Around her were stacked the carcasses of animals—cows, deer, horses—all sheathed in hardened goop and slowly decaying. The smell hit my nasal passages like an avalanche.
Meg was also enveloped, but she was fighting back with the power of geraniums. Patches of leaves sprouted from the thinnest parts of her cocoon. A frilly collar of flowers kept the goo away from her face. She had even managed to free one of her arms, thanks to an explosion of pink geraniums at her left armpit.

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The Hidden Oracle, Chapter 27