Epilogue
Cyrillus looked around to see if anyone had seen him as he ducked between buildings and headed off through the graveyard. He stopped momentarily to view the golden sunset. Last night had not been a complete full moon because there was still a sliver of the waning moon remaining. There would be no sliver tonight, and it was just barely rising above the eastern horizon. He would feel the full impact of it, and even now his body was twitching.
A memory came back to him. He rode his horse one night through a dismal, dirty village of which he could not recall the name. He dismounted and knocked on doors, but no one answered. In fact, the lights went out when he did. He heard a noise from the side of one of the houses. Peeking around the corner, he looked down an alley where he dimly
