The Devices of Darkness Author:Jean English The voices were calling again. I knew it the minute I woke. No struggling from sleep, no drowsiness. There was a crippling coldness at my spine, and my mind was instantly alert. — Jennet, Jennet."The whining sound came on a rushing note of wind, but outside there was no wind."Jennet...we're coming...we don't forget..."The hair at the back of my n... more »eck seemed to prickle icily. I tried to swallow the bitter, dry taste fo fear in my mouth, to stop my teeth from their shuddering. Another voice, rough and dry, cracked with age.."Nay, nor we don't forgive neither...we've not forgotten what you did..we'll never forget..."
I had only to make a dash through the door, across the landing, and I could be in Brad's comforting arms, I told myself,even while I knew myself to be frozen to the bed.
... I tried to reason with myself...I was edging myself out of the covers, pretending even to myself that I was going to step out into the darkness and rush past whoever,whatever was there, when a piercing whistle shreiked into me like a needle of pain...« less