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d waiting for their first guest of the spring season. The wooden dock was old,

n her chest. She pushed all bad thoughts out of her mind as she listened to his excited chatter. Danny love

kety wooden railing, staring out at the big blue sea. His left hand still had the slightes

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dogs today. Ju

is life or some such, she couldn't keep up. He was into so many fantasy themed games and online

to herself. Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest. The cold, abiding fear was ever present in her heart. Ever since she had found out just who, or

, her child, was their anointed one. Time was almost up. She shi

e unimaginable. Her husband of under a year had died in a boating accident. She was alone in the world wit

d just come home from the hospital with her newborn son to discover Tom was gone. She'd c

n she alerted the police. After they investigated, they informed

and and now it is you who bears the weight of his prom

ho are

the chosen one, he will return with me to be t

ror of his words not penetrating the fog that clouded her brain. Tom was dead,

e I would have sent you to meet your husband already. Enjoy the nex

nd Tom rented, and she left. With the mainland town she had lived with her husband, Tom Nirvelli, for a little under nine mont

o years until the old woman had suffered a stroke. She could no longer handle the rough sea winds

y family Tulla had left except for Daniel. Aunt Mildred was a kind and sweet soul. She was

her heart and her home to a grandniece she had very seldom seen. Oh, and how she ha

ers to the island. After a few months and some modest renovations with the small inheritance she received, she turned the place into a cozy B&B. Nothing c

y isolated except for a few widespread neighbors. The waters were rougher on that side of the island with the south wind constantly bl

ome to appreciate Bloody Point's beauty despite its gory name. The moss-covered oaks and oceanic birds that nested on the shores, the

at her B&B included a pair of beachside hammocks hung together under a group of transplanted palm trees, a wood deck off the kitchen that sported a huge outdoor table with an umbrella surrounded by oversized chair

ping her guests happy. A novice chef, Tulla provided her guests with three home-cooked meals prepared daily and served promptly at eight, one, and six. A const

private rooms were set apart from the guest quarters. In fact, she had renovated the garage into a mini apartment for them. They each had their ow

eir guests, their bank accounts, and their inventory. Danny was a smart boy. Inquisitive and a delig