Satan s Pact
Chapter 1. Chanctonbury Ring A cold, drizzly afternoon seemed somehow appropriate. Standing numbly, feeling as if he were stumbling around in the dark in the grip of a nightmare, able to grasp almost nothing of what was happening in the real world around him, Nigel picked up few of the words spoken by the vicar, and those he did manage to take in grated horribly. "... in your infinite mercy ..." Mercy? Do you call this mercy? "... take the soul of our dear departed ..." Soul?...