The Buried Moon
IN THE LONG-AGO days, Lincolnshire was full of deadly bogs, and it was death itself to walk through them on nights when the Moon did not shine. For in the dark of the Moon, the Crawling Things, the Bogles, and the Dead Ones came out.
The Moon heard about the dark things that were happening behind her back and vowed to go down to the bogs to see for herself what might be there. At month’s end, she