Stars wheeled through the black vault above, but the Baron did not use his high vantage to admire them. Instead, he resumed his caged striding, as if impatient for his Chūn to return, bringing with them fresh new victims, victims to fulfill his desires. Yet sating his needs was not at the root of his agitation. Nay! Far from it! Rather, he was pacing in fear and rage, for just moments before he had discovered that they were coming…. * * * In his Psukhomanteîon, Stoke lit the last black candle and set it in the fifth equidistant position on the chalked circle, the wavering yellow light adding to the glow from the other four, all joining the ruddy cast coming from the hot coals in the hammered iron brazier in one corner of the chamber. In circle center lay the corpse—flayed, abdomen bursted outward, entrails showing—its head aligned with the first candle, its arms outflung, hands pointing at candles two and three, its legs splayed apart, feet pointing at candles four and five. Once it had been a Human; now it was a thing.
What do You think about The Eye Of The Hunter (2013)?
