Oh buggering nine hells, is was so huge. The thing towered above him and dipped it's wee head. So small for something so big! And the way the earth shook under him, it was a wonder he didn't fall over.

Swann clutched the neck of his banjo and stared, wide-eyed, up at her. The sound tingled against his skin and felt very strange in his mind, but it didn't feel wrong. He squinted with one eye.

"Um... more wut?"