CHAPTER 19
Even then, they’d been there. The Winter People, covered in ice like statues left to the elements, eyes frozen shut and skin so pale and thin it was nearly transparent. Standing in their ceremonial circle, they’d muttered their twisted prayers to whatever gods had cursed them with creation while I knelt in the center of their coven, covered in my wife’s blood.
I could hear the bees throwing themselves angrily against the windows, trying to break the panes and get into the house, into my head, body and soul, while visions of Josh Dance flickered behind my closed eyes like a badly damaged film. His ridiculous face stared back at me in shock, my spit all over him. Only it wasn’t spit. I knew that now.
Blood …
Jen’s and his and mine, exploding in a spraying burst of sickening cr
