The Whitby Witches 2: A Warlock In Whitby Page 28
by Robin Jarvis
Now Nelda stared at the icy stars that glinted over the sea. The time was coming when she must tell; she could not keep her terrible secret, she needed to confide in somebody.
Rubbing tears from her eyes, the aufwader wandered sorrowfully along the shore. The curse of the Deep Ones would now claim her, as surely as it had her mother. Gazing into the black distance, Nelda wept, her doom was certain, for inside the young aufwader—a child was growing.
