An excerpt from an unpublished book called “Black Marsh.”
”If you want cards then so be it,” said Derrick, “Tina, this is your moment I think.”
The witch, as the brothers thought of her since seeing the inked pentagram stood up. She held five envelopes, each bearing the name of those seated around the table. One for each except Derrick and herself.
It was Allan that found that curious. “Fiv...