The Shadows of a Monster
Short story — Of course, he was not. He didn’t fester and decay in the marshland waiting for flesh to feast on, or roam the streets when the winter nights gnawed at the earth, or rage against the borders of the mortal world with fists of thudding bone. He was a man, a father, a husband, a lover, a brother and a friend. Which perhaps is what kept his name rattling on the lips of the village of Lowgate long after he bloomed blue beneath the tide on the reeds.