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If you listen, she talks.
I couldn’t hear Mam or Dad anymore.
Damp was soaking through my jogging pants and my fingers were scuffed and sore. I cwtched my knees up to my chest and set my chin between them. It was cold, and the wind ran spirals around the heap. When I looked up I saw clear sky. The moon was in its last quarter and not so bright that it smothered the starfire.
Something shuffled to the left of me and my spine snapped as straight with shock. There might be foxes out here, or a badger with jaws like a vice.
‘Who are you?’ said the thing beside me, and I almost swallowed my tongue.
Blood makes for strange allies.
Two sisters are trapped in an abandoned school, with
a spirit who wants to punish them for being bad.
There is an art to his deception,
Aleister prowls the N9 National Road through the South African Karoo, in his 1948 Hudson Commodore. However, he may be picking up more than he expects to while searching for worthy prey.
The beast leaps toward me.
The path opens, tangled with weeds and ancient trees. I am panting as I run. I can’t go against all I have been taught—all the memories.
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