Evanescence Everybody Fool Novels & Stories

“Thou makest darkness, and it is night . . . ” Mr. Vespers (as he’d so inappropriately been dubbed) dragged the girl off the roadway by the wrist of her dislocated arm and moved toward an eroding drainage ditch nearby. She came to long enough to start struggling again, her shrieks of pain muffled from the gag as she tried to get free. He kicked her once in the skull and suddenly she didn’t look young or pretty anymore. “ . . . hear me, O nameless King. Let my prayer arise in Thy sight as incense. And let the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice . . . ”