Corvis: Book One

I didn’t know it yet but I’d made a big mistake. I should have gone to ground before nightfall, holed up somewhere. Then again it might not have done any good because I didn’t understand the kinds of things I was up against. No one sane would have imagined that some of the things in existence were anything but fairy tales and scary stories but they were out there, hidden, biding their time, things from the realm of nightmares. Things you don’t want to disturb. But that’s me: rattler of cages and poker of things with a big, sharp stick. Stupid me.