The bitterness in the heart winds up in the blood.
Finn rolled out the map across the table. Blood from the gash above his eye dripped onto the Hebrides. That’s it, he thought, I’ve got to get as far away as possible. He finds refuge in a tiny croft on the stormy isle of Erraid, but fear arises when an apparition appears at his door. A flash of lightning reveals a silhouette, naked, with dripping dreadlocks to the knees. Its eyes glow like those of a cat and it shows no reaction to the cold.
