The Devil of Dunwich
A story of erotic horror in Colonial Massachusetts.
The Devil’s Kiss
Dunwich, Massachusetts, 1723
Chapter One
“Thank you for coming, Miss Hynde.”
“Did I really have a choice, Goody Barebone?”
The two women had met in the forest, not far from the village, but far enough for privacy and silence. The clearing was easily found by Tace Hynde, if nothing else Obedience Barebone gave very good directions. Tace adjusted her bonnet and looked around the clearing. It was still early spring and there buds on the trees were just beginning to blossom, holding many possibilities but nothing beyond that. Everything was gray or brown, dead with only the potential for life.
Goody Barebone had brought along a small black iron pot which she had suspended over a little fire by a c
