Alison Forrest

Deep In the Withers

As the smoke dissipated, it became clear that what was left standing was not a man or even human. With the pinpoints of light from distant stars, he could just make out the slick glistening of something wet. Fixed in a trance of concentration, trying to bring form to the darkness, the glow of green eyes distorted from full spheres to slits peering back at him.