Mary-Allison Flagstone

I should have known they’d burn me in the decay of an old church. Fitting, I suppose. God’s Shadow hid in the name of God. Committed genocide within shadows. They believed they were doing the work of God, well, some of them had to—Christopher did. But the others, like Hanson, knew what they were—Monsters with a thirst for blood. A hunger for power. Who knows if they were really sent by a church. For this is not the work of the God I read about. This is ...