Fourteen:
“These fecking mountains are bugger-all creepy!”
Gregor murmured to me, and I nodded in agreement as we approached a deep dark canyon inside the mountain depths. At the very epicenter, was an old-style monastery of sorts. It was neither Western nor Eastern in its construction. Yet it was still very recognizable as a monastery to any keen observer.
“We call this place Sanctum Sanguine Hollow. “
Humming in agreement, I put in, “Ye lot certainly do have a blood theme to your names thus far.”
She grinned and said nothing in response. The pair of odd-ball men with her seemed to eye me almost with an edge of incredulousness. Whatever they’d expected of me, I was not it, clearly. Cali didn’t appear to have warned them at all about me, if I was in fact this person, the blood magi
