6/2/2023 0 Comments Frozen tides by morgan rhodes![]() ![]() ![]() “Perhaps.” She pressed her hand to his cheek. “The breeze may have put it out,” he reasoned, not wanting to get any of his nursemaids in trouble. “I’ve told them again and again to always have a candle burning in your room at night.” Though her beautiful face was cast in shadows, he could see anger in it, but he could tell it was not directed at him. Light swelled as she lit the candle next to his bed. “My darling.” She gathered him into her arms and, clutching her tightly and feeling like a weak little fool, he let out a shuddery sob against her shoulder. “Mother!” he called, and, as she always did, she came to him immediately and sat on the edge of his bed. He was nearly eight years old, and he swore to the goddess he wouldn’t cry out for his mother this time.īut this resolve lasted only a few more moments, until he couldn’t hold back his fear any longer. He wasn’t a baby anymore, afraid of the dark. “It’s not a monster, it’s just the darkness. The pitch-black monster reached toward the young boy with horrible, long-fingered hands, pressing him down into his bed, smothering him. ![]()
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