and loosed a wail to the heavens before collapsing back onto the ground. Juliet surveyed her work with sick pride. She’d done it. She’d killed the man who’d almost killed her. She’d won. Only he wasn’t quite dead. Not yet. “He only…” The red priest gurgled. “He only eats the dead. But He… He plays with the living.” Our father, who art staked to the ground, fell silent. Juliet looked upon him, locked in stunned stupidity. “ Boogedy … boogedy … boo …”