More rain. Always the rain, through the entrance, the light was grey, the stones wet. She stared into the gloom, the fire embers glowing. A noise, a scraping roused her. “Ah… here boy. When you are older, you will hunt with the men. Until then, you will gather with the women.” A nod signified he… Read more Images in the Stones

Footprints, deep enough, big feet but narrow.  The mud deeply impressed, tracks leading down the path.  Whatever made them was tall and heavy. Solid, not human, or not all human. Alana walked on past the tracks towards the slopping path to Horseshoe Cove.  The two dogs on high alert at her side.  Pippa, a large… Read more Horseshoe Cove