The Raven's Word: A Collection Of Stories

Chilled to the bone, the five terrified priests huddled together for warmth in the sanctuary of their wooden church. It was the middle of winter in Norfolk, and the weather was lethal. But there was far worse than the cold to worry about on the frozen coast of East Anglia.The dog had been sighted again, and in a nearby town at that. As big as a horse they had said, (though surely that must be an exaggeration) and fur as black as the night itself. Men said that there were flaming pits where it's eyes should be, and that anyone who looked into them was destined to die an untimely and unpleasant death.The priests had not dared to move from their place of worship, for surely God would keep them safe from the foul devil dog? All they needed to do was wait until morning. The beast had never been seen of a morning, only in the deep darkness of night. It was only just midnight, and the priests jumped at every small movement. They would get no sleep that night. In fact, they wo