“Going to send me off, too, so you can face this alone?” Billy and Mara stood alone in the empty den of Mark"s home.
“Someone told me I"m not alone anymore.”
“That"s right, Mara, or should I call you Wealtheow?”
She gave a tired smile. “When did you figure it out?”
“I had my suspicions after you told me he took the manuscript from my office, but once you started talking about a terrorized mead hall, a warrior named Beol from far away, and a beast with a severed arm who lived in a cave by a lake, I pretty much knew.”
“What book did he take?”
“One of the first known printings of "Beowulf".”
She nodded. “It makes sense. I’ve often found myself drawn to the many retellings of the story. I guess that sounds rather masochistic, given how the memories disturb me.”
“No, I get it. What I’m
