The House That Runes Built
“Roland purchased the traveler’s glyph here. But there is no door,” Aed growled. “I have walked around the cottage. Thrice.”
“One will appear if you walk through the two guardian stones and leave your blood on the altar. We will not be doing that,” I fingered my blade as the smell of old blood wafted past us.
“Charming. Who is the gifted Rune’r?”
“Trudy,” I replied reading the glyph.
“She’s dead,” Aed remarked pulling his blade. “Ages ago, she was debunked and executed.”
“Apparently not,” I felt uneasy. “Perhaps cast to earth.”
“We are being watched,” we both said together.