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She suddenly realises that she doesnt really believe anybody is listening. Shed expected as much. Shed harboured hopes that here, in the quiet and the cool of the church, she might feel something divine. That she might be filled with God’s love and to let her fears and sadnesses be washed away upon the divine flood of His love. Instead she just feels daft. A monster indeed. Ariah always spoke true. Ah yes, her insane forebears—monsters like Biran, murderers all. They always came up. No one wanted another one of them rampaging through the Holtlands. As Ruth Frances Long, she also writes dark young adult fantasy, such asThe Treachery of Beautiful Things (Dial, Penguin (USA)), and the Dubh Linn trilogy, A Crack in Everything,A Hollow in the Hills andA Darkness at the End. (OBrien Press). What? Pain lanced up his leg again, and he felt the barb of the arrow deep inside the soft flesh. Only his own kind could help him. If he didnt find someone to get the arrow out, it would kill him. Please, she repeated, more solemnly now. Shan, please, my love. The woman behind the counter is giving him a peculiar look.Youre a writer, she says, a little Geordie in her accent. “Serendipitys brother. She drew herself up straight, her head held high.Thats part of the role of the Ariah. You told me that yourself. His feet are naked; toenails painted a shade of green that makes me think of old glass bottles and mint jelly. Ive said the same to my husband, nods Rosie. She looks at Otto and his blue-streaked face. Nods, in approval. Ive been getting very concerned, if Im honest. She answers like, one text in every five, and even then it’s hardly anything more than a few words. And with not being on Facebook I’ve only got what I heard third hand for proof that she’s even alive! She raises her hands to her mouth, trying to return her fears to the place within her. And where did you get the money, eh? You were begging me for a few quid this morning. His face fell, and to her astonishment she could see pain in his eyes.Naul told me what you were planning. I couldnt let you do it. Not you. Never made a sound, she says, softly, and Catherine gives a tight, nervous grin in reply. Shes starting to wish shed taken the punches. 41 Jeren sat there in the darkness, staring at their belongings and reached out with her mind. Kiah wasnt far off now, coming closer. The owl would know, would have news. Surely. Some small hope..