Carved at least four feet into the ground, a large circular flagstone platform dropped into a decorative stone pit. With the encompassing steps, it looked like a mini Greek amphitheater in the middle of the forest clearing, complete with giant marble statues facing inward. Ponairh probably had been a beautiful shrine for the Fae, as Judith had mentioned it once was, along with its surrounding carpet of flowering grass. But not anymore.
Not with all the blood that tarnished it.
No doubt once a pristine white, now every inch of the sanctuary’s marble has been stained with its macabre history. The various shades of red, ranging from aged brown to bright crimson whispered the tragic tale of what had happened here. What was still happening here.
Centered in the middle of the circular floorin
