[William Falconer 06] - Falconer And The Ritual Of Death - Plot & Excerpts
The mud squelched up between her toes, and the soles of her feet were soon frozen. But her pretty shoes were saved. Peering into the darkness around her, she was uncertain where to look. Then suddenly she fancied she could see an eerie light in the farthest south-west corner of the gloomy cemetery. It was a little like the strange will-o’-the-wisp glow seen rising from marshy land. But this was steady, yellowish, more reminiscent of a shrouded lantern. She began to move towards it. The grave slabs were little islands in the watery mud, but respect for the dead prevented her stepping on them. However, that was something that clearly hadn’t bothered Covele. Soon, she could see a greyish shape inside which glowed the light she had spotted. It was set on top of a large and prominent grave slab. Stepping closer, her skirts held out of the mud, she saw the shape resolve into a small tent-like structure. The whole edifice had the appearance of an island refuge set in a watery sea.
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