The Quiet Librarian

by Allen Eskens

Hana to the library in Farmington, Minnesota. That had been thirty years ago, and she still finds herself looking over her shoulder for those who might hunt her. Thirty years and she can still see the faces of the dead when she closes her eyes at night.

Her mouth turns wet with spit, nausea building with every shallow breath.

“War has a way of finding everyone.”

Hana had learned long ago that it was better to be the hunter than the hunted.

if she is still the Night Mora, the demon of Slavic mythology who can slip through keyholes like a wisp of smoke to kill the men inside.