Liffi returned home from shopping, carrying two heavy bags full of groceries. After setting them on the kitchen table, she pulled a tabloid newspaper from one with a flourish.
“I think you should see this, Jake.” She waved the daily at him. “Listen to the headline—WITCHCRAFT ON WOLDS WAY.”
“There’s only one journalist with a similar command of alliteration,” sneered Jake. “Our old buddy, Bill Backhouse.”
“He spied on our seidhr ritual and took a photographer along with him. The stills are in the paper, but he says there’s a video in the online version. Listen to this. It says that East Yorkshire is home to a heathen feud fought out between rival factions. Szewronski has crawled out from under his rock and claims that Woden’s Brethren are nothing more harmful than a group of adherents wh
