Author: Sasha L. Miller
48 Pages.
Price: Ksh.50
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Corin is nearly done with his term amongst the priests. In a matter of months, he'll be able to return home and leave his miserably days in the temple behind him. He's tired of lazy priests, and tired of stories of demon shadows that move of their volition. Then Corin starts to see things, and the priests begin to act strangle, and he begins to wonder … is he losing his mind, or are the shadows more than they seem? Click for more Books
CHAPTER ONE
Eight months left. Corin turned to lie on his stomach, burying his face in the straw pillow. It smelled stale, exactly like it had when he'd first arrived at the monastery. The pallet he was trying to sleep on was thinner, letting the cold of the stone beneath it leach up through the thin layer of blanket and straw. It wasn't supposed to be pleasant, Corin reminded himself. The year's service was supposed to teach humility and respect for the priests, not be a pleasant vacation from home. The only things it had taught Corin so far were that he hated being cold and hated being hungry and he hated all of the priests.
Well, most of the priests. He couldn't bring himself to hate Rafferty, even if Rafferty was the one who'd dragged him to the monastery. He'd hated Rafferty to begin with—and easily. Corin's village was usually skipped when the priests made their yearly rounds to check to make sure the villages surrounding the monastery were sending in their young men and women. It didn't matter that Corin's father was dead three years, leaving his mother and four sisters dependent on him working to survive. He didn't know how they were doing without him, and it made him angry all over again to think of it. He should have been there, not here. He should have been working for them, not for a bunch of stupid priests who thought they were god's gift to the world.
Flipping again, Corin laid flat on his back, staring up into the dark of the tiny room. He could hear the two men he shared with; Alan was breathing even and steady, fast asleep, and Mavir was snorting quietly in his sleep. If he were home and unable to sleep, Corin would go for a walk until his mind shut off. Unfortunately, it was forbidden to walk the monastery after dark, so he was stuck here, listening to Alan and Mavir sleep and listening to his own thoughts until they drove him mad. Scowling, Corin tugged the thin blanket up over his shoulder, hoping to regain some of the warmth he'd lost in his tossing and turning. It was an exercise in futility; there was no getting warm, not unless he tried crawling in with Mavir or Alan, and he doubted they'd be happy with that. They never seemed cold, despite having the same thin pallet and blankets that Corin did... read more
