A cool breeze stirred my hair at that moment, as the night wind began to come down from the hills, but it felt like a breath from another world.
F. Marion CrawfordI have seen an evil thing this night,' he said; 'I have seen how the dead drink the blood of the living. And the blood is the life.
F. Marion CrawfordI will come,' the priest answered, 'for I have read in old books of these strange beings which are neither quick nor dead, and which lie ever fresh in their graves, stealing out in the dusk to taste life and blood.
F. Marion CrawfordFill your mouth with pebbles, and howl at the sea, if you cannot do anything else.
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