"Stop!" I shouted, but I couldn't even hear myself. "Stop!"

If it didn't listen to one of its necromancers, we were all screwed. We might be screwed anyway, but now the giant and I were tied together with my magic. I should be able to control it at least a little bit. That was the theory anyway, but Death, Dying, and Reliving: A History of Cautionary Tales made me doubtful.

"STOP!"

Finally, it stopped within four feet of crushing me.

I ...