The children all knew the rule: don’t cross the barrier between the playground and the old cemetery. If you did, Sova would get you. Well, the second part wasn’t the part that the adults enforced, but it was true. It seemed every year one kid thought they would be brave and do it, and every year they would disappear.
Death stood by Harlan Jacobs’ bed.
Chade inhaled slowly, wheezing as he listened to the Raven’s call for assistance from across the battlefield. The clamor of fighting was muddled through the blood pounding in his ears. One of the three arrows in his back hadn’t made it far into his flesh and the stone tip grated against his shoulder blade painfully with each breath.
Some bitch took a chunk out of Anderson’s throat, and we had to get the fuck out the village before we all ended up dead. Yeah, sure, you could blame the sickness. As if the […]