by Jon Monson
The blood began to hiss as it moved to the center of the circle. A shape began to rise slowly, accompanied by the hissing of boiling blood. Cumhacht’s eyes widened at the sight.
The shape grew taller until it reached the height of a man. Features began to form – first arms and legs, then a face. A wide mouth filled with sharp teeth appeared, already broadened into a smile.
The drum began its somber rhythm once more. The robed figures began to chant.
Skraa. Skraa. Skraa.
About the Author
Jon Monson started writing after finishing grad school – the first time in his adult life that he found himself with any amount of free time. When he’s not crafting stories, he enjoys hiking in the mountains of Utah where he lives with his wife and daughter. Until he fulfills his dream of writing full-time on a small homestead in the country, he spends his days working as an accountant. To see more from Jon, check out PursuitofWriting.com.
