The Fates

The first sign was the disgustingly mutilated carcass of a cow. The second, an old man torn to pieces. The third, the eerily beautiful blue fires that hovered over the small town...


Stark white faces, diabolical eyes—raging within the unearthly flames—were turned toward the innocent town. And now it moved—toward the children walking home from school. Toward the young priest who wondered if this hideous power came from heaven...or from hell. Toward the laughing housewife who called it a visit...