Summer 1817 – A Border Bleeding Night

Magnolia continued to shiver. “It followed me,” she said. “It followed me out of the hollow. It’s still following me. It’s coming slow but I know it’s coming.” 

I hugged her tight. I looked at her and then at Hyacinth. I smiled as if a neighbor were coming unexpectedly for tea. “Father will be gone for another week. We will show him that he needn’t worry when he’s gone. We will be fierce little spiders.”