Chapter 1
Hallowed Hill
Here on this hallowed hill I hear the haunted songs of the crow.
Rainbowed spinnerets of a thousand spider’s good deeds dance in the breeze.
The croaks and chirps of leopard frogs welcome the moonlight of the thick moist southern air.
Snakes slither under a carpet of decay.
The sound of Rock Creek obediently trickles past.
Green canopies of oak and hickory sway to meet the setting sun.
It smells of earth, life and death.
There are a million stories to be told and I will be witness to them all.
