“No,” he said, and drove the loha blade into her shadow on the floor.
Don’t aim for the face. Aim for what she casts. Daayan -2023- Hunters Original
The tantrik’s nail, blackened with ash, traced a line of vermillion down the girl’s forehead. She sat motionless on a jute mat, her eyes rolled back, showing only white. A brass deepak flickered between them, casting long, spider-like shadows on the wall. “No,” he said, and drove the loha blade