Sleepy Fox Hollow we devoured the gods

he was wounded, her stone-carved warrior boy, but the shadow did not despair for him. he did not carry with him the air of one defeated, nor the cracked-glass psyche of the horrors she knew so well. what had transpired when he left her had not taken his spirit from him, she sensed; rather, he had been baptized, tempered in blood as the shadow had been at merrick's side. the spirits flitted and whirled around him like flies courting the fallen. the shadow beckoned for her companion to leave the water, return to her side. her stomach was taut with hunger, and she was eager to see the extent of the destruction he had wrought. you kill? she inquired, and then: we eat?