Mysferum
She was running for her life.
The trees stretched endlessly toward the sky, so impossibly tall they drowned the entire forest in suffocating darkness. Twisted branches curved like claws reaching for her, tearing at the hem of her ragged dress and scratching the exposed skin of her arms and face.
Bruises burned across her cheeks.
The soles of her feet throbbed raw against the earth.
Her lungs screamed for air.
But Zanyra ignored the pain.
She couldn’t afford to waste energy on anything except escape.
The shouts behind her were getting closer now.
So were the dogs.
Heart pounding violently, she glanced over her shoulder and instantly regretted it.
Through the darkness, she could make out silhouettes weaving between the trees—followers of the priest carrying torches and ri
