Summer 1916 – The Adventure of the Somnabulist’s Corpse


Fuchs pointed the pistol and fired. Persephone’s hand moved more quickly than I could observe. She caught the bullet and hurdled it back with almost equal speed. It thunked loudly into the wall just to the left of Fuchs’ left ear. His mouth went wide and he dropped the gun. Persephone turned her unblinking eyes in my direction. She opened her mouth slightly and hissed.