All Hallow's Eve

(3rd Loralei/Death novella)

A Lunch Hour Read

By

Judith Post

Copyright 2012

Smashwords Edition

Thanks to Mary Lou Rigdon and Ann Staadt,

Wonderful writers I hope everyone discovers soon,

For giving me their feedback over and over again on my novellas—

And usually at short notice.

Loralei laid down her paint brush and cocked her head. An odd humming filled the stone cottage. Where was it coming from? She left her easel and began a slow circle around the fireplace in the center of the large, open room—walking from the kitchen to the dining room and sitting area. Energy buzzed around her. Ebony pushed off the braided rug in front of the flames. He arched his back, then padded to Loralei's favorite chair. He jumped on its arm to stare at her crystal ball, on the side table.