Chapter Sixteen'Oh, dear God.' I stared at Lorna for a full three minutes before I could summon the strength to move. 'Oh, Lorna, Lorna. Why?'
Lorna had fastened her final climbing rope around one of the beams of the ceiling and looped the other end around her neck. Her death had not been quick and to judge from the expression on her face, it had not been easy. I could not look at her bulging eyes or her tongue that protruded from the side of her mouth. Her bladder had also relaxed, for there is no dignity in death.
'The nightmares killed her,' Christine was at my side, holding my arm. 'She did not survive the war. It got her in the end.'
'It wasn't the war,' I said. 'It was this house or this peninsula.' It was An Cailleach, I thought. It was the mountain herself, striking us down one
