Wings of Sorrow (A horror fantasy novel) Read Online Free

somewhere I can think. Those creatures concern me.”
    Scarlet glanced at the honking geese and chuckled. “You really are confused, aren’t you?”
    “I understand little, but I am here for a reason. You may be it, kind Scarlet. Perhaps our meeting is destiny.”
    Scarlet groaned. “What is it today with all the crazy talk about destiny ? Look, I’m pretty sure that you’re crazy, but you seem harmless, so I’ll help you. My house is ten minutes away; we can go there. Soon as we do, though, my dad is going to call the police to come and get you.”
    “The police?”
    “Yeah, you know, the men in uniforms who stop bad guys?”
    “I would like to meet the police.”
    Scarlet turned around and started walking. “Hurry up then. Anyone sees you walking around in just my cardigan, I’ll never make a friend in this town as long as I live.”
    “I would like to be your friend. Your sorrows trouble me.”
    “No offence, but you don’t even know your own name.”
    “Then you shall provide me with one. Whatever you wish.”
    Scarlet glanced at him and smirked. “Fine, I’ll call you Sorrow. It seems to be your favourite word.”
    “So be it. I, Sorrow, will be your friend.”
    Scarlet shook her head. “I’m really not going to be one of the ‘cool kids’ in this town, am I?”
    “It is, indeed, very warm this evening.”
    “Let’s just hurry up, Sorrow, before somebody sees us.”



~ Chapter Three ~
    “Dad, are you here?” Scarlet opened the back door, from the garden, to avoid the neighbours seeing her with a strange, older man currently dressed in only her peach cardigan. Sorrow had remained silent during the remainder of their walk, but had glanced around from time to time like a child at a funfair. Everything seemed to either intrigue or amuse him. Except that he really didn’t seem to like geese and had gone so far as to chase one away from the edge of the path. Scarlet hadn’t been able to contain her laughter when the plump bird hissed at him from the safety of the lake.
    They had reached her house now, but her dad wasn’t there—obviously working late again. So as Sorrow stepped into the kitchen behind her, she began to tense up. The joviality of the situation drained away as she realised that she had placed herself alone with an unusual stranger in her home.
    “I think I ought to call the police now,” she said nervously.
    Sorrow nodded. “They will help me?”
    “Yes, that’s their job.”
    “Will my appearance offend them?” He glanced down at the cardigan, which had fallen open, exposing his penis again.
    Scarlet covered her face with a hand. “For God’s sake, will you put your todger away for one minute?”
    “My todger? I am sorry, your cloak is too small to fit me sufficiently. I mean no offence.”
    “Look, just stay here. I’ll go get you some of my dad’s clothes, and then I will call someone.”
    “Thank you, Scarlet.”
    She hurried upstairs and headed straight for her dad’s wardrobe. She half-expected Sorrow to run up after her, even readied herself to bolt inside the bathroom and make a call on her mobile—but he remained downstairs in the kitchen. The sound of a stool scraping suggested that he’d sat down at the breakfast bar. His bare ass-cheeks were probably sliding across the back of her cardigan right now. Gross . Although, he was kind of cute—and a decade older.
    She snatched up a pair of her dad’s jeans and a white, casual shirt, and then headed back down the stairs. As she’d half-expected, she found Sorrow sitting on the stool beside the breakfast bar. He was examining a Braeburn apple as if it were a jewel, but smiled when she entered the room. Scarlet was surprised when her stomach fluttered.
    “I found you something to wear,” she said. “Didn’t get you any underwear, though, thought it would be weird. Against the ‘Guy Code’ or something.”
    Sorrow placed the apple down and took the clothes from her. “Guy Code?”
    “Nevermind. Just