Literature
THE HOLLOW - Prologue
the H O L L O W
PROLOGUE
"THERE’S A MONSTER LOOSE IN THESE WOODS. That's what they say.”
The old white wolf puffed, her breath a stain upon the still air. Her crippled frame suggested death could claim her at any hour. That she still lived was a marvel.
“He walks in the solemn whisper of night, when the clouds turn the sky sightless, and when the moon softens. If you stop, you can hear the ice crack at his coming, the birds' flight at his gait, and the woodland animals' recoil at his breath. The forest wilts with his every step. The bracken curls, then dies. Life erodes as death harbors within him.”
Her guest, a wo