Coffin Fit (The Grateful Undead Series book 4)
“Marcus and his brother's footsteps echoed off rough cut floors. The dark walls were carved stonework, and added a deep coldness to the castle halls. Sconces hung twenty feet apart at eye level. Shadows crisscrossed behind and in front of them as they moved toward a set of heavy doors.
The smell of dampness, vermin, human waste, blood and age-worn memories hung heavy in the air, reminding them of times when immortals were allowed to scale walls in the ancient castles and brutally kill unsuspecting occupants.
The set of doors was old hardwood with ornate hammered-metal appurtenances, and had outlived many who walked through them. As Dorius effortlessly swung the door open, twelve alabaster faces stiffly turned in unison. They sat at a long, solid, beech wood parson's table in straight back chairs. Three wooden candle holders lined the table, adding soft light and harsh shadow to the immortal's lifeless faces. The black robes the men and women wore made their white skin and stoic... expressions more macabre.MoreLess
The smell of dampness, vermin, human waste, blood and age-worn memories hung heavy in the air, reminding them of times when immortals were allowed to scale walls in the ancient castles and brutally kill unsuspecting occupants.
The set of doors was old hardwood with ornate hammered-metal appurtenances, and had outlived many who walked through them. As Dorius effortlessly swung the door open, twelve alabaster faces stiffly turned in unison. They sat at a long, solid, beech wood parson's table in straight back chairs. Three wooden candle holders lined the table, adding soft light and harsh shadow to the immortal's lifeless faces. The black robes the men and women wore made their white skin and stoic... expressions more macabre.MoreLess
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