It waited for her. Standing resolute in the moonlight, it had stood for a hundred years. Yet it waited just for her. Shadows passed across the moon, a cool breeze ruffled the leaves around it. Yet still it waited for her. Ancient tombs glowed in shimmery moonlight, row upon row of cold silent witnesses.
Excerpt: Don’t Look Back, Grace Willows
Doing? Shivering. It’s October there is a chill in the wind. I feel restless. I haven’t, in a long time, taken a walk at night. I believe tonight is the night….
Now, for the important stuff, <rubbing hands together> where’s my flask?