Where Wild Things Roam
It’s only as a low rumbling begins underfoot and rolls through the air that I realize, to one side of the homestead’s open field—the end nearest Darby’s small standing grove— the forest is backlit with an eerie glowing.
To the naked eye, its luminescence is like moonlight, but through my charm, currently rattling a ten-alarm frenzy, I know it’s so much more. At one edge of the circle, a witch I don’t know gasps and falls to her knees in the light snow, like me, watching the shadows snake and shift as the light source moves closer.
I’m one hundred percent certain that nothing would have prepared me for what meets my eyes when finally he emerges at the forest’s verge. The Horned God presents a
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