Rennes-les-Bains
Le
Domaine de la Cade

Meredith
found the road to Sougraigne marked on the brochure and turned left. She rubbed
her eyes, aware that she was too beat to be driving. The bushes and telegraph
poles at the verge seemed to be swaying, vibrating.
Meredith slammed on
the brakes. There was someone standing right in the middle of the road. A woman
in a long red cloak, the hood pulled up over her head.
Sepulchre,
hardback p163
Image © Mark Rusher
