Lost Creek Hollow my father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die

despite the hulking presence, near threatening besides her, caiaphas' gaze swept out into the western brim of the world, where the skies darkened yet the horizon was cast in a strange, glimmering haze. around them the storm shook its great fists, and splattered with heavy ricochets against the stone.

kavos didn't mean anything to caiaphas. and like as not, would continue to mean very little well after their meeting. she turned from her inspection of the darkly shimmering skies, and gave kavos the full benefit of her attention.

"i know you," caiaphas accused, drawing deep from her memories any situation in which she had met him before. none came; there were few faces the witch ever forgot, and it troubled her the familiarity his presence commanded.