The Devil’s Kiss
by Elliot Silvestri
Dunwich, Massachusetts, 1723
Chapter One
“Thank you for
coming, Miss Hynde.”
“Did I really have a choice, Goody Barebone?”
The two women had met in the forest, not far from the
village, but far enough for privacy and silence. The clearing was easily found
by Tace Hynde, if nothing else Obedience Barebone gave very good directions.
Tace adjusted her bonnet and looked around the clearing. It was still early
spring and there buds on the trees were just beginning to blossom, holding many
possibilities but nothing beyond that. Everything was gray or brown, dead with
only the potential for life.
Goody Barebone had brought along a small black iron pot
which she had suspended over a little fire by a chain and tripod. The fire was
contained by a
