The witnesses had not moved. Buck’s eyes were locked on them as blinding white light burst from their mouths, and they appeared to expectorate a stream of phosphorous vapor directly at the guards. The attackers had no time to even recoil as they ignited. Their weapons remained supported by the bones of their arms and hands as their flesh was vaporized, and their rib cages and pelvises made ghastly silhouettes against the grass. Within seconds the white heat turned their rifles to dripping, sizzling liquid and their bones to ash.
That is a tableau straight out of War of the Worlds. It’s also a pretty good example of the material Jenkins seems most comfortable writing: gruesome deaths and mass panic.
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