I had to shed my jacket again by the time we reached the waterfall. The trek had taken us up and around the laurel bald, through a mountain meadow carpeted with goldenrod and along a rocky stream. As the hillside gave way to a more treacherous climb, we skirted the base of a sandstone cliff, eventually arriving at a natural archway that led us into a fern grotto shaded with sugar maples.
The waterfall was directly in front of us, the upper portion a series of cascades that merged into a single thirty-foot drop before plunging into a deep pool at the base of the cliff. All around us, craggy walls honeycombed with clefts rose at least fifty feet.
The beauty of the place was breathtaking, but already I could feel a spiny tickle at the base of my neck as I walked through the archway, Angus at my heels. I didn’t like the claustrophobic feeling of being hemmed in. I could imagine a little too vividly the scenario with Wayne Van Zandt. Once he’d entered the enclosure, he would have been trapped by whatever had followed him through the arch.
Near the base of the falls, the mouth of a cave opened into darkness. Above the entrance, three circular symbols had been carved into the face of the rock. A slight breeze swept in behind us, and a whisper ran through the trees as my gaze fastened on those marks. I inhaled sharply at the sight. “Ivy told me about those symbols, but I never imagined they’d be so large.”
“You want to take a closer look?”
My gaze traveled up the side of the cliff. “You’re joking, right?”
Thane grinned. “It’s not as dangerous as it looks. It’s actually an easy climb.”
“I’ll have to take your word for that.”
“You sure? You can’t see them from here, but there are some smaller drawings up near that ledge.” He pointed to a narrow shelf about ten feet from the top of the cliff.
“Like these?”
“I think so.”
I squinted up at the symbols. “Ivy said that no one knows what they are or who carved them.”
Thane shrugged. “All I can tell you is that they’ve been here for a long time. Up close, you can see where they’ve started to erode. You can also see chisel marks.”
“I know what they are,” I said a little breathlessly.
He turned in surprise. “You’ve seen them before?”
“Yes, on old gravestones. They’re hex signs. And despite what Ivy said, I’m willing to bet I’m not the only one around here who knows what they are.”
“Hex signs? What do they mean?”
“They’re not as ominous as they sound. Mostly, they’re used to ward off bad luck or evil spirits. Kind of like the evil eye. You see them a lot in cemeteries that are in or near old Germanic communities, especially in Pennsylvania. I’ve also seen them on gravestones in Texas and North Carolina. It’s a little unusual to find them in this area, though. And why
My fascination seemed lost on Thane. His attention had already been caught by a red-tailed hawk that had landed on another ledge at the top of the cliff.
“I wish I’d brought my camera.” I moved more deeply into the enclosure to get a better look at the signs. “I wonder how long they’ve been here. There must be some information about them in the library. Surely someone has written about them.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Thane said, his gaze tracking the hawk as it took flight. He walked over to the pool and knelt to skim his fingers through the water. “Ice-cold. It always is, no matter the time of year. Makes for an invigorating swim.”
That got my attention. “You’ve been swimming in this pool?”
“When I was a kid. I wasn’t supposed to come up here alone, so naturally I snuck away every chance I got.”
Light struck the cut on the side of his face, making him seem both tough and vulnerable. An appealing dichotomy, I was coming to discover.
“You’re braver than I am,” I told him.
“You’re the one who works alone in cemeteries.”
“Most cemeteries aren’t the least bit scary.”
“How would you rate Thorngate?”
“Verdict is still out,” I said lightly. My gaze lifted again to the symbols. Something tugged at the edge of my memory, and I struggled to recall what I’d read about them.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’m trying to remember what I know about hex signs. You almost always see them in multiples of at least three,” I said. “The one on the outer edge, nearest the falls is the most common. It’s called a sun wheel. The one in the center is a compass star. See how the points are rounded like flower petals?”
Thane rose and walked back to where I stood. “I’ve always thought the third one was a pentagram.”
“It’s called a
“They’re all strange to me,” Thane said.
“No, this one has an anomaly. One of the lower points of the star has an open end. See how the tip is blunted?”
He tilted his head. “Are you sure that’s not just erosion or a characteristic of the rock?”
“No, I’m pretty sure the end was opened on purpose.”
“For what reason?”
“Some people believe that an open point on a pentacle is a way for evil to enter our world. And in order for it to exit, another point must be opened or the whole star destroyed.”
“So if only one point is open…”
“Evil is still here.” The breeze stirred again, arousing a murmur from the trees. Leaves peppered the surface of the pool, then floated serenely away.
“But it’s only a legend,” Thane said. “More mountain lore.”
“I know that. But in all the cemeteries I’ve visited, I’ve never once seen a pentacle with an open point. It’s a little unsettling to find one here.”
“Why? Because this place is supposed to be some sort of gateway or vortex?”
“That’s part of it.” I wrapped my arms around my middle as I gazed around. “And because it’s so closed in. It feels a little claustrophobic to me. I keep thinking about what happened to Wayne Van Zandt here. If something followed him in here that night, he never stood a chance. There’s only one way in and one way out.”
“Unless you go up,” Thane said, his gaze lifting.
I pictured the marks on Wayne’s face, those five raised scars where claws had slashed across his cheek, stealing his good looks and almost taking his life. Whether it was the vision of that attack or Ivy’s insinuation about a thin place, I didn’t know, but I began to experience the same light-headedness I’d felt in the laurel bald. I could feel that odd thrum, too, pulsating along my every nerve ending.
I turned to Thane. “Do you feel that?”
“What?”
“A vibration. I felt it earlier before we entered the thicket.”
Thane was silent for a moment. “I don’t feel anything except mist from the waterfall.”
“There’s no transformer or power plant around here?” I asked anxiously.
“Not for miles.” He paused. “Do you still feel it?”
“Yes. And I can hear it, too, if I listen closely enough. It’s like…”
“What?” He was staring down at me very intently. He made no move to touch me, but I was suddenly so aware of his presence, I could feel the heat of his flesh as surely as if he were pressing into me.
I took his hand and put it on my chest. “Can you feel it?”
His eyes darkened. “I feel your heartbeat.”
“No, it’s
My vision clouded, and an image came to me of two naked bodies entwined and straining toward climax in
