Wulfyddia (The Tattersall Trilogy Book 1) (19 page)

It found
Melisande’s. She was on the third floor of the west wing when the blackness
came for her. There was a book under her arm and a candle in her hand, though
they both clattered to the floor when the blackness, uncloaked and naked to her
eye, whispered up the stairs and thickened the air around her. There was little
time for thought as it rushed at her, no time at all for her to heal the parts
of her that cried out to the evil. Then there was nothing at all, only rushing
darkness and a swift night.