you don't recover from a night like this

[Ryan de le Poer]

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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

"But the problem is I don’t know how," she told him, looking at the headstones as if hieroglyphics were inscribed on them instead of the language that many of the luperci around here could seem to understand. She wished she had the skill to read them, but realistically she didn’t really care about taking the time to learn it. There seemed to be other things in life that were of more importance to the newest addition to Inferni.



She moved forward, crunching in the leaves that had fallen from the eerie trees to litter the gravesite. "Nothing in particular," she replied, brushing the bangs away from her venetian red gaze. The evening light had been fading meanwhile and the stars were becoming visible in the navy colored sky. They twinkled above, grinning down at them as they wandered this place of demise. She wondered if there were really such things as spirits. "Do you believe in ghosts?" She asked him in a whisper, as if the question would somehow offend lurking phantoms.

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