I have seen an evil thing this night,’ he said; ‘I have seen how the dead drink the blood of the living. And the blood is the life.

I will come,’ the priest answered, ‘for I have read in old books of these strange beings which are neither quick nor dead, and which lie ever fresh in their graves, stealing out in the...

A cool breeze stirred my hair at that moment, as the night wind began to come down from the hills, but it felt like a breath from another world.