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
I learned how to read and write, and feel compelled to reveal my secrets in this book. Some of my secrets are confessions because I’m a thief; even the quill I write with is stolen!