Duck Lake The Tingler

Phocion nodded gravely at Engel's question, sadness washing over him like a wave over the western shore. "Swallowed her up," he murmured. "No one could stop her. No one still can."

He raised his nose toward the moon once more, its light reflected in his crystalline eyes. "It was perfect, once. And it can be so, again. We have to keep praying. Keep Fengari in our mind, give him our strength. Only then will he catch Ileana, and everything will be in its right place."

He lowered his head, giving Engel a cheeky grin. He hoped the older man had taken the tale to heart. He couldn't bear living in a land with so many non-believers for much longer. "Now you know."