Chapter 81 – Month Of The Wolf

• We spend hours in that damn library. Luckily, the Priests are very nice and bring us tea and snacks, always urging us to be careful around the precious scrolls but generally being very friendly. I look curiously after them during a little scone break, sipping from my mug of tea, thinking that these are…very different than the Priests of Darkness that my mom told us once kidnapped Rafe.
• But then again…maybe they’re Priests of Death? I don’t know.
• “What’s that taste like?” Anton asks on a sigh, leaning against the table next to me.