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Chapter 1

A book for Muh I'm sure she'd prefer cuddly, polite creatures

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!

Rudyard Kipling, "The Law of the Jungle"

In fear I hurried this way and that I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other

Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

MAY

Ghost Moon

Flaht Sparks took the place of stars The century-old inn was a silhouette fronting hell, as everything Vivian kneas consumed in fire

Two figures broke from the smashed front door and ran toward the woods where she stood, their night-clothes smeared with soot, their faces white with terror The person who pushed them out disappeared once more inside Anotherexploded

Three of the cottages were in flames, too, and the barn Horses screamed in terror as they were chased froe boys

In the West Virginia hills, ine to arrive

Somewhere behind her a woman wailed and wailed "They did it on purpose They burned us out"

"Get her into one of the trucks," athe other car around"

"Watch out for snipers," a fe to pick us off as we leave"