“The MacNivens live there.”
“Who’s that?”
“Hasn’t your mother told you about them?”
“No, Grandpa.”
The old man grumbled. “They come in the night for
children.”
Asmund’s eyes widened. “How do they get here? There’s no
rainbow bridge.”
“Their god helps them cross, little Asmund. In exchange
for the hearts and livers of the little boys and girls they bring back with
them. The rest of the body the MacNivens keep and eat.”
Asmund’s eyes got even wider. “Don’t they have cows?”
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