Above the layers of wet earth, the last leaf of red oak had fallen and sent the final thrust beneath the newly turned mud. For weeks, the tree had been weeping leaves, each seeming to drop harder and harder against the ground. The abscission was the tree's self-sacrifice to resuscitate a somnolent destiny. Each fall went directly into a still heart. And with this last debris of generosity, the effort paid off. The covetous organ contracted, dried blood slowly rendered in the veins. The warmth of life shot vigorously through the flesh.
A few hours later, the body began to suffocate under the heavy soil, squirming for freedom. Frantically, he rose from the grave and cried to express his gratitude to the naked oak above him.
I promise. He remembered the old vow which he left the holy land of black grass to fulfill.
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Shadows of Darkness
ParanormalCyan is the Watts boys' curse, and they are hers. They are dangerous for one another, however impossible to be apart. *** This is book 2 of the Grave Shadows Series. I really recommended you go through the first book to get to know the characters. B...
