Candle in the Dark

by Robert Burson

Book of Darkness Page 4

Book of Darkness Page 4

Chapter 1, page 4

His head, bloated and swollen with rotten seeds like the pumpkins in the graveyard above. His eyes, burning with the same flickering crimson fire of the tomb lanterns. Lips peeled back and rotted away across a row of yellowed teeth that flashed as the Baron laughed. Laughed even as she plunged the stolen dagger repeatedly into his gut. A shrill sound of metal scraping on metal. Too high pitched for his bulky frame. Punctuated unevenly with an odd clicking as if something was catching in his ruined throat.

Belua looked into the lanterns and laughed.

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