Bats bats bats

The bats were eclipsed by story selling, but Bracken Cave is awesome. The largest bat colony in North America--a black eye of a sinkhole, filled with toxic levels of ammonia, flesh-eating beetles, the walls writhing with bats. Millions of bats spiralling out of the cave in twisting helices, a storm of wings. Silence echoes during the lulls. The draft from the cave smells like hell, or the world's biggest litter box.

So awesome. I'd considered working the cave into the King of Moths when I finally write it; definitely going to happen. A scene of Blake going into the cave and talking to Shub Niggurath is now etched in my brain.

And thanks for all the congratulations. *hugs flist*