Speaks the Nightbird (2013)
““It came out of the orchard, after the dwarf-thing had gone,” he related. “I took it to be a naked woman at first. Taller than most women, though, and terrible thin. She—it—had long dark hair. Brown or black, I couldn’t say. The thing had tits, I seen ’em clear enough. Then I seen what else it had, and I near staggered and fell.” Buckner leaned his head forward, the veins standing out in his neck. “Stones and a yard. Right there where a woman’s basket oughta be. That yard was ready for work, too, and when the witch seen it she smiled so wicked it near froze my heart. The creature laid down a’side her, and then she started to…started to lickin’ the creature’s spike.”
“By ‘she,’ you are referring to whom?” Woodward asked.
“Her. In the cage there. The witch, Rachel Howarth.”
“All right.” Woodward again mopped the sweat from his face. The walls of the gaol seemed to be closing in on him.
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