Report, if you have a problem with this page“ What are you?' She asked. He shot her a brief glance and looked away. He stared at the scenery of the pastures and distant rows of trees. She knew he was not going to answer the question. In the brightening daylight, she could see that most of the blood on him was restricted to his mouth and hands. It dawned on her that it wasn't his blood, but the blood of something he had caught and eaten. ”
Shirley A. Martin
From : Bengalo Moon: Jook and Gypsies Vol. 2
