Chapter 123 The Binding

The air in the grove curdled as the followers of the Pale Mother began to chant in unison. The language was ancient, a series of guttural clicks and low groans that sounded like stones grinding together in a deep well.

“Oksur-mal, thol-vuk, bond-ur. Oksur-mal, thol-vuk, bond-ur.”

The sun crawled h...

Login and Continue Reading