‹ Prequel: A Good Run
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The White Doe
One
London, 1586.
She ran like the deer for whom she had been named, long legs carrying her swiftly over the sandy soil, her long yellow hair flying behind her. The prey had fought and fled, but it would not escape. Her soft mouth set in a hard line, the Slayer followed it. She could smell it, could still feel its dead flesh twist beneath her fingers.
No, it would not escape. It was too close to the village for her to let it do so.
Moonlight silvered the beach.
She could see it now, splashing into the water a few steps and then halting. Caught between the Slayer and the ocean, the dead thing turned and even as its hideous features betrayed its demon origin, they also betrayed its terror.
The Slayer sprang.
She ran like the deer for whom she had been named, long legs carrying her swiftly over the sandy soil, her long yellow hair flying behind her. The prey had fought and fled, but it would not escape. Her soft mouth set in a hard line, the Slayer followed it. She could smell it, could still feel its dead flesh twist beneath her fingers.
No, it would not escape. It was too close to the village for her to let it do so.
Moonlight silvered the beach.
She could see it now, splashing into the water a few steps and then halting. Caught between the Slayer and the ocean, the dead thing turned and even as its hideous features betrayed its demon origin, they also betrayed its terror.
The Slayer sprang.