The Winter Beast and other tales
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Five stories of horror and dark fantasy by James R. Sanford:
The Winter Beast - In the wake of Napoleon's invasion, a Russian aristocrat's oath casts him into a living nightmare with a creature he cannot fight.
The God Stone - Two children play a game with an ancient power.
Blood Bond -
A princess in medieval India must confront her brother's dark secret when she tries to rescue him from an evil alchemist.
A Family Tradition - A man's father has set him to a lifetime task of murder.
The Exalted - A man goes in search of his mother's foreign kin and finds that they are not quite human.
James R. Sanford
James R. Sanford cannot remember a time when he wasn't reading stories and making up his own, and he likes to apply his lifelong interest in history and cultural anthropology to his fiction. His favorite writers include Ursula K. LeGuin, Orson Scott Card, and Charles Dickens. When not writing he can often be found playing the piano, tinkering with computers, or throwing tennis balls to "Apple," his golden retriever.
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The Winter Beast and other tales - James R. Sanford
THE WINTER BEAST
And Other Tales
James R. Sanford
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Table of Contents
THE WINTER BEAST
THE GOD STONE
BLOOD BOND
A FAMILY TRADITION
THE EXALTED
THE WINTER BEAST
The creature thrived in the cold. I knew this instinctively before I was even fully aware of its presence. Walking the hunting trails below the mist-enshrouded hills on cold winter afternoons, when the clouds seemed to press close to the earth, I always felt a vague uneasiness, a feeling of being watched. The dogs never strayed from me on those days. At times they even followed, clinging to my heels, constantly turning their heads to point back toward the estate, whining to go home. On those days when light patches of fog drifted through the forest, sending a damp chill into my bones, I came to understand, in a way I could never voice to myself, that it was there.
I realize now that my father knew of it. It is possible that his inner sympathy with the creature, his intuitive understanding — something akin to communication, was even stronger than my own. I remember when I was seventeen, in the late spring of the year of the death of Empress Catherine (and it always happened in the springtime), when the overseer, Georgi, came to tell him of the serf who claimed his wife had been taken away in the night by a demon.
My father's brow narrowed, a dark cloud passing behind his eyes. The peasant must have been drunk,
he said. We all know that a band of marauding Cossacks has been plaguing the neighboring districts. They must have taken the woman.
But Father,
I began, quickly falling silent under his sudden sharp glance.
Make this known among the serfs,
my father continued to Georgi, Cossacks took the girl. There will be no search for her.
Georgi knew as well as I that no word of bandit Cossacks had reached our ears, but he dared not to say this.
And now I know why he never forbade me to hunt near those dark hills, even as summer drew very near. There was an unspoken, no, an unthought of covenant between them, a compact which was never made, yet nonetheless existed. My father never feared that it would take me.
But damn him. Damn him for making me swear a holy oath. For I would condemn myself to hell in this life out of fear of eternal punishment in the next.
I began taking long solitary walks in the eastern woods early in the winter of 1805 (the year of the battle of Austerlitz). My father had stopped rising from his bed by then, consumption slowly draining the life from him. Walking with my head cast down, watching my boots pack down the loose snow on the trails, I first felt its presence as a certainty — undoubtedly a force not natural, a thing of the cold and the dark. As I returned to the house in deep twilight one evening the week before Christmas, the doctor from Orsha met me at the door saying, Hurry to him, Sergey Andreyevich, he hasn't much time.
The priest had just finished the last rites as I strode into the room still wearing my greatcoat. Come near,
my father whispered weakly, the disease taking his last breaths from him. Swear to me, my son . . . swear an oath on your soul that you will never abandon this house, never give up our family lands . . . no matter what may befall you, no matter what may befall Holy Russia. Swear this, so I may die in peace.
I shall do as you ask, father.
No,
he gasped, his eyes desperate, on your very soul, before God.
I knelt and crossed myself. Before God, and upon my immortal soul I swear it.
My father closed his eyes and died without another word. I think in his last hour he had a vision of things to come.
The next six years passed slowly and I withdrew deeper into myself. Naturally, the warmth of long summer days never failed to lift my darkness from me, and I often attended gay dances in Borisov, waltzing as if in a dream on those gentle evenings. But with the grey clouds of autumn the black thoughts would descend upon me again, and I could not spend even one night away from home. A feeling of waking in the autumn, yes, waking and weakness and hunger, and I would pace the hunting trails on the cold days.
The occasional runaway serf never caused me much concern. Rash young men often behave irresponsibly, and their family, knowing it was for their own good, usually had knowledge of where such a young man would go. Inevitably the runaway boy would be caught and returned to his place on the land. But each year, in the late spring, the head of a peasant household would come to me with a tale of a missing family member — one who was not the sort to abandon their life — a grandfather or a newlywed girl. The search for them was always in vain. And as I became more sensitive to the