The sun was an orange orb sitting on the horizon, but it was already closed and locked. The Spook hammered on the front door with his staff several times. It was a while before the innkeeper unlocked it. He glanced towards the setting sun. ‘Another five minutes and you’d have been too late,’ he r...
The door was locked, and would remain so until their return. I remembered the arena and how Slither had graphically described what might happen. I saw in my mind’s eye the terrible Haggenbrood holding the grille with a taloned hand. Slither had stamped upon it and treated the creature with disdai...
My master and Grimalkin were already at the table, engaged in conversation. They were tucking into big plates of bacon and eggs. ‘Good news, lad!’ the Spook greeted me cheerfully. ‘The boggart’s back and it’s cooked us a hearty breakfast. My compliments to the cook!’ He looked towards the firepla...
There were more of the same shuffling dead, and more candle-lit windows too – behind which I sensed unseen hostile eyes watching us. Suddenly I heard an eerie screech in the distance. I shivered, filled with dread. I knew I had heard that sound before . . . Where was it? &...