"I ran. A path seemed to open before me into the wood, some small track to a little town, a forgotten village. I sensed the watcher, keeping pace with me in the thickening forest, maneuvering silently through the clasping vines, the slapping branches and heavy windfall logs, close close to me at times." -- from the novel Sinful Folk ------------ Read the novel at http://sinfulfolk.com/buy
She looked around. Around the forest they once the ought would be safe from the horrors of the city. Her name is Iris. The boy laying next to her, dying, was Dylan. She called for help. For anyone, even the forest animals, for help. But it was too late. The arrow had taken his life.