Thursday, February 07, 2008
Hidden Among Thousands
When the lunar eclipse occurred just after Imbolc (not that Harold celebrated such things, for it was difficult to celebrate pagan tradition when you were actually related to God) he nevertheless felt a twinge of trepidation. Traditionally this astronomical effect, the blood moon, implied a week of dark power and negative influence. He looked out across the barren fields to the south, where the M25 lay like an angry scar against the frosted landscape. Would this be the week his sister came for him? Her grave had been empty for a season now; whoever had raised her dark spirit intended mischief. Or perhaps the twinge was just indigestion.