We Never Sacrifice Virgins to the Dragon
“A dance?” Clara exclaimed, stunned. “You must be joking!”She sat at a kitchen table, knife in one hand and a half-peeled apple in the other, staring at her aunt as if the older woman had grown a second head. Ingrud, not stopping as she peeled an apple as well, shook her head.“No. It’s the way of it in Gulder.” She tossed the peel in a bucket of scraps. “We celebrate the sacrifice. When your aunt Helga…”“There is an army of demons less than a week from here!” Clara interrupted.“When your aunt...