The Book of Lies
Opis
They are trapped, frozen. Waiting. Straining against the wood that holds them. The unwary catch a glimpse now and then - feel their desperate hunger, see a glint of red eyes - and scurry out of the shadows of the wood, back to the light.
She's coming; it will be soon.
They will run free on the moors again. The Hunt will return.
And the ground will run with blood.
She's coming; it will be soon.
They will run free on the moors again. The Hunt will return.
And the ground will run with blood.