I stayed in town a few days, though apparently most of the villagers hate me for killing the woodcutters.  I would understand if I was a murderer, but I acted to defend those women.

If I wasn’t troubled before, I surely am now–I saw the devil with my very own eyes!  It all began when I met the Uzhitz priest, Father Godwin.  He’s a soft spoken man, yet he

I heard someone calling me to wake up and I thought it was my mother at first, until reality flooded my mind with the sight of her crying out to me as a Cuman drove