“I will instill in her a love of life; a desire to prolong goodness, and the faith to believe that there are those in this world who are pure of heart.”

Marta’s laughter bounced off the stone walls and tears began to run down her face.

“What is this, Torma? The Time of the Ancients?” The old woman cackled and rocked back and forth as her mirth ran its course.

“There are still good people in this Realm, Marta. You know there are.”

Her laughter stopped as suddenly as it had begun and she leaned forward quickly, her face suddenly inches from Torma’s own. Her breath was fetid with rot and decay and he held is breath.

“No one remains who will help you, Torma. No one remains who will want to see your daughter live.”


Happy Reading!

~ Eileen 🙂


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