"So, this creature who wants to eat my soul," Griffin asked the next morning as they drove toward his apartment. "What is he?"
"If I knew the answer to that with any certainty," Sibyl responded. "The task of killing him would have been much, much easier."
Equating the mortal's silence with irritation, she decided to give up some of what she knew. Sighing, she explained, "The closest resemblance I can think of are the Sluagh."
"The slew-ah?" Griffin asked, repeating the word with slow, phonetic pronunciation.
She nodded. "I first heard about them when I was in Ireland many years ago. They're creatures from Celtic folklore. Long ago, when fairies and witches walked among us, the Sluagh patrolled the night sky, hunting. Usually assuming the form of large black birds, they would stalk the
