Scott Weldon Clark

Under a Silver Moon Scott Weldon Clark

He sang the words, chanted them really. They came low and slow. Menacing. Your high-pitched screams will bring rich dreams, I'll be coming back soon, By the silvery moon. Any other place with any other people she would have laughed. But not there, not then. Not with him. A couple are in the mountains camping near a mountain lake. It is beautiful. The wind blows off the lake and the sounds and smells of fish cooking on the fire fill the air. It is time for them to unwind, to get away from the city. To relax. And then they meet him. From the author of Shadowlords and The Joining.