The Blood with Which I Feed the Earth - Ed Sachanowicz

Poland, 14th century. Dark forests, damp monasteries, and villages hidden beneath the protection of sacred oaks and moss-covered chapels. Christianity is spreading boldly across Polish lands, but on their edges, ancient beliefs still live on, along with reverence for the spirits of the forest.

At night, noonday witches and water nymphs wander through the woods, werewolves howl in the dark ravines, and from the depths of the earth awaken even older creatures, those of whom the Church remains silent, and whose names the elders whisper cautiously: vampires.

When a plague appears out of nowhere, the land begins to wither, wells turn foul, children die, and crops rot in the fields. The villagers whisper of a curse. The clergy are certain it is the work of a demon. It is he who has brought death. It is the vampire.

So they send one of their own, a brave soul tasked with finding it. Slaying it. Saving what little remains.

But what else is true evil, if not a whisper in the confessional, a catechist's smile, a hand that harms under the cover of prayer?

Maybe the demon is just an excuse.

And evil... evil lurks right beside us?