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200 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2016
Father had been involved in a cult which first unjustly confined Griffin to a madhouse, then tried to sacrifice him to an undead abomination. I rather thought it beyond kind for Griffin to respond to the invitation at all, instead of just flinging it into the fire.



If the man couldn’t make an argument one way, he’d find another.
Griffin had once called me brave, but I couldn’t imagine how he would possibly think it. I feared everything: talking to strangers, leaving Widdershins, humiliating myself in public…the list went on and on. There was nothing for a man such as Griffin, who as a Pinkerton foiled bank robberies and chased down hardened criminals, to admire in me. But he thought otherwise, mad as it sounded, and his belief made me want to be that man, the one he could admire.
How you burn, bright enough it almost blinds me. But I can’t look away.
Her smile offered me no clues. “Very good indeed,” she affirmed, before turning back to the wall and leaving me to my confusion. ... I opened my mouth to ask what she meant. At the same moment, she leaned forward and kissed me.
“You smell like a clean wind of the sea. Like salt and ambergris.” His hand trailed along the line of buttons on my shirt. “Like home. Like every good thing in this world.”
‘Daisy, stood there, still bearing her saddle and packs, regarding me with soft, curious eyes.’
West Virginia marked the farthest I’d ever strayed from Widdershins. I’d hated the heat and mosquitos, but at least we’d had a hotel and other civilized amenities. What if Christine expected me to sleep in a tent?Poor Ival, no one seems to care that he is not made for this. But he does meet a faithful companion during his sojourn who lightens things up, Daisy.
“I cast my lot with yours, if you recall. I may not always be happy with the direction you take us, but it does not change what I said.”













