The man took hold of the child and lifted it up. It was watching the fire. Holme saw the blade wink in the light like a long cat’s eye slant and malevolent and a dark smile erupted on the child’s throat and went all broken down the front of it. The child made no sound. It hung there with its one eye glazing over like a wet stone and the black blood pumping on its naked belly. The mute one bent forward. He was drooling and making little whimpering noises in his throat ….
Vintage 1993 ..
the dark mountains photo engraved by james craig annan