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Epilogue:
The
owl was an old one, strong and dark of soul. It raised upwards on death silent
wings from the massive stone of a ruined wall and floated in their wake. The two
motorcycles followed an old trace, long since paved.
Even
so many miles from the ‘Stone, it could feel the shifting, the gloom and
unease. Because of the woman’s greed, it could miss the chance to feed on the
most unholy night of the year. One night soon the full moon would drift on a bed
of clouds. On that night he had to have the boy. The power of the ‘Stone
weakened, and with it came a weakening for the Owl.
Deprived,
it hungered, nothing could feed it like the blood of its chosen one.
A
thunderhead towered over the mountain. The mountain seemed to arch up, the
lightning scratched her rocky shoulder.
Anna
whooped, pounding Carl’s back in excitement. She screamed and lightening
cracked over the river and swept down into the Wyoming Valley, the Valley of the
Wolf’s Mantle. The smell of ozone and Carl filled her nostrils.
Tucking
her arms around Carl’s waist, her hands stroked without mercy. Cold air
blasted over Anna. She lay her head on his back and relished the heat soaring
through his body. Anna felt safe and warm.
Heat
sizzled through Carl’s veins. Nodding at the sky, he whispered at the rising Aga:Veil,
“What do ya do? Thank You, man.”
ABitter
cold air blasted from the clouds. He threw back his head and howled, screaming
into the heart of the storm as it swept over them.
Traffic
opened a little, and they roared off of 309 and onto 437, heading for Anna’s
house, heading for home.
Putting
his hand over Anna’s, Carl grinned in savage joy at Benny and Todd.
It
would not deprive itself forever.
Benny
spotted the owl. He gave it a grin and his middle finger shot up.
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