Soul power

I harvest souls and draw power from them, absorbing them into my own spirit. So I prepared myself to reach out and snatch the farmer’s soul. It was a difficult thing to do and, even with the whole force of my concentration, could only be accomplished if the soul lingered awhile. But this soul did not tarry.

With a faint whistle it began to spiral away, spinning up into the sky. Not many did that. Usually they gave a sort of groan or howl and plunged into the earth. So Old Rowler was clearly an up. I’d missed out on a new soul, but what did that matter? He was gone now, and my curiosity was satisfied.

B11 C1