Dark Age Demons by Neil Kay EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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365 years later – 540 AD, Subseaxe
Alfwen sighed as the rain pissed down. Bad enough to be stuck inside
the hall all day, but she was stuck sharing it with her lackwit sister and
nagging mother. Oh, and the village ox that had to be brought inside
because it panicked during storms.
“Hel’s tits!” she yelled when the ox did a giant shit on the hall floor.
“Do not curse the gods when they are pissing on us you stupid girl!”
admonished her mother. Ignoring her, Alfwen leaned out of the door and
screamed at the servant’s wooden hut, where they were making a futile
attempt to stay dry.
“Iga, get in here quick and get this ox shit off our floor!”
The door of the hut creaked open, and after a second’s hesitation, Iga,
the slave girl, made a forty foot dash through the torrential rain. She ran
towards the larger wooden hall which had wooden beams supporting the
straw. The servant’s hut Iga was leaving had straw just stacked on, and
sticks propped it up. It was looking like it would collapse at any moment.
Arse for brains slave owes me one or at least the ox one for getting her
out of that thought Alfwen.
She ushered the girl into the house, and set her to work, noticing, as
usual, the girl’s left eye opened and shut rapidly when she saw the size of
the mess she’d have to gather in her arms and dump a good way from the
hall. The slave was about twenty she thought, but with her tatty, thin hair
and sunken eyes, she could pass for twice that age. Alfwen thought about
kicking Iga up the arse to encourage her but her mother called her away to
help gather up the rushes.
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The Nix stepped out of the forest he’d retreated into when the girl left
the hut. He loved the rain. It allowed him to divert from the rivers and
lakes, and this downfall now three days strong had allowed him to get
further south than he’d ever got before. He still needed to stick close to the
rivers, but that was where people lived so good for him. The rain just made
it more comfortable and allowed him to keep a human form with more ease.
Usually keeping the human form was painful after a few minutes.
Almost like holding your breath, or at least how The Nix remembered what
it was like to hold his breath. It had been what 150 or was it 160 years since
he’d been a Pict fisherman whose boat had sailed into a cave by the shore
that was already occupied, and after that…sometimes the memories were
clear. Usually, when he rested at the bottom of a lake the images were vivid.
Sometimes he could even remember his old name. But not now, not outside.
The respite the rain brought had its limits. For now, all he remembered was
a fire in the cave, a walk through stone tunnels. His first meeting with an
olive-skinned man with rams’ horns, a snake’s tongue, and eyes like gloom.
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