Andrés raised his candle, then moved it down and side to side in the sign of the cross. “In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus—” I cried out as darkness leaped from the walls, from around the skeleton, from behind us, from before us. The cold sucked shadows toward it with a ferocity that made our candles flicker and jump. Andrés’s candle died.
