Chapter 6Blue light and a single set of tracks had led them to a swamp and Jack was grateful he’d decided not to bring any weapon besides his little boot knife he used to harvest wild plants with. Nothing stood a chance against what Mason had seen, not anything he knew of anyway. The questions Mason radiated at his back didn’t need to be asked because they were so loud in the air behind him.
“Wisp has taken this swamp,” Jack answered, without Mason uttering a word. “Not a strong one, but it don’t matter much if it is.”
“A what?” The incredulous high note of Mason’s voice spoke of his confusion more than disbelief. He could just see the pleat between Mason’s eyebrows without even lookin’ at him.
“Little light that leads people astray and sometimes drowns ‘em in bogs or marshes or swamps.
