Wings in the Night

An ancient curse lay over that mysterious land and the shadow of it fell across the soul of Solomon Kane. Close-clinched they swayed and writhed in the darkness, each striving to drive his blade into the other’s flesh, and as the superior strength of the Puritan began to assert itself, the cannibal howled like a rabid dog, tore and bit. For now he realized the truth of that garbled myth, and the truth of an older, grimmer legend. At last they began to soar close to him at night, and he saw their greedy eyes glaring at him through the gloom.