by Samantha Lee
Normally you wouldn’t be out in the wilds of the Scottish Highlands, at midnight, at a lonely crossroads, when it’s ‘dark of the moon’. Not if you had any sense anyway.
So you wouldn’t need to meet the dreaded Death Bogle when it’s out on the prowl. And it wouldn’t be able to put its mark on you. A mark that means you’re fated to die within the year...