Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

by Brom

“Edward, you will fall in.” “Goodness, woman. Stop fretting so. I am not going to fall in.”

Words said before disaster

Then a sharp jab of pain as the beast bit into his neck.

NOOOOOO

There followed no eulogy, no songs or hymns, no personal words by family, no sermon, not even a prayer, no ceremony at all, as the Puritans wished to avoid any appearance of papistry.

Booooo

gaggle of clucking cunts!”