Slices of Midnight Chapter 13

Dark magic is stirring in Dowling—and the Orb of Myceen has chosen its master.

The demon’s wagon thunders through the frozen woods—its skeletal steeds and hooded riders heralding the night’s dark tide.

Until I read Muriel’s letter, I hadn’t even known my mother’s first name. Through the years, Father had remained silent about her life and death, revealing only that she had died when I was an infant.

I had questioned every longtime r…