Worrisome murmurs of women and men mingled in the old First Baptist church. They swelled up to its high ceiling, where an oval mural bordered by old-fashioned golden framing overlooked. The painting displayed angels flying around a storm-struck ship of Caucasian pilgrims and Africans. The similarly tumultuous throng below, mostly white in their fifties and older, with maybe two black families including Dr. Johnson's, filled every mahogany pew, lined the walls, and crowded the aisles. But at this point, there were much greater threats than breaking the fire code.
YOU ARE READING
Coryn of Bellsferry: Blood Thieves (Book One)Fantasy
"With long snaking roads enshrouded by dense woodland and only smatters of clarity along the rolling hills, the beautiful countryside of Bellsferry was the perfect place for predators to stalk." Coryn knows fate when she's pricked by it--she thinks...