Aidan

About the Book

He set the broth on the ledge and took a step out into the storm. He blinked hard once then twice to clear his failing eyes. The light was out and yet he could still see the flickering, yellow flow of its existence in the narrow arrow loop on the tower's next higher level.

Then the torch was back full and strong if beleaguered by the gusts. Then again it was out.

He stepped further into the maelstrom and stared and wished for better eyes. He could make no sense of it. It was queer. He resigned himself to cross the wall's expanse and properly investigate then a shiver ran through him thoroughly like a bolt of lightning ice cold lightning.

He wiped furiously at the freezing rain that blurred his eyes. It was not the torch. It was something else between the torch and him blocking the light. It was something else. Something big and looming bigger. Something moving and moving toward him!

He turned to go back for his spear but he never made it.

There was little difference between death and the night. Except that death felt a little warmer.

About the Author

John F. Corrigan is a graduate of Edinboro University of Pennsylvania where he majored in psychology and history. He currently lives in Cleveland, Ohio where he is working on the third adventure in the Wellstitch series.