save our Laments, they’re the only ones alive who still care for us. Wraiths bit into his legs. His lower back gave way again and the pain made him cry out. He slid farther to the rim, went to one knee, and the wind brought a burst of snow up into his face.
Lament’s howling made a sob break from his chest, and he nearly went over. The moon, he thought, this might only be the moon and the sickness in your mind. Behind him, Megan’s hand appeared and flashed out to grip his wrist, trying to pull him back up, as the snow thrashed and outlined the rising, reaching forms all around, and he waited to see where the fight would go from here.
TOM PICCIRILLI is the author of thirteen novels, including A Choir of Ill Children, The Night Class, A Lower Deep, Coffin Blues, and the forthcoming Headstone City. He’s had over 150 stories published, and his short fiction spans multiple genres and demonstrates his wide-ranging narrative skills. He has been a World Fantasy Award finalist and a three-time Bram Stoker Award winner. Visit Tom’s official website, Epitaphs, at www.tompiccirilli.com. Tom welcomes email at PicSelf1@aol.com.
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