Rawena thought she had heard the name Pandemia before. It filled her with a vague alarm, like the memory of a nightmare.
“But—but what are you?” Rawena stammered.
“I’m the goddess of pestilence, the queen of rats and rodents.” Pandemia touched her golden hair as if it were a crown. She pressed the palms of her hands against the boulder and leaned closer to Rawena.
In horror, Rawena tried to get up, but her legs had gone numb.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” Pandemia asked.Continue reading “Celts and the Mad Goddess, chapter two”