CHAPTER 12
Brygida did not sleep at all that night. Every time she tried to close her eyes, the slightest creak of floorboards or the whisper of wind on the windows had her jolting up, expecting to find the Dog of Weles or his inquisitors pinning her down to the bed.
With her scythe close by at all times, it gave her some comfort but not nearly enough. If she wanted, she could summon the demons to her aid, but every time her thoughts strayed that way, the immense loss of life at the Mouth of Weles returned, vivid as if it had happened only yesterday. The bodies in the snow, black ooze trailing from every facial orifice... There had to be another way to stop the Dog of Weles.
At last, sunlight fell through the curtains. A single shaft of light illuminated the otherwise dark room, and the
