Prologue
A child, covered by the dreamless night, stepped noiselessly into the stygian darkness. She instantly snapped her head around in alarm at the mournful sound of a dog howling. Could it be? Could the soldiers have heard me creeping through that filthy pipe? Having decided there was no immediate danger, she weaved through the trees as if she was a wild thing of the forest. A light faintly flickered on ahead. Shiloh knew that all her hopes were pinned on that light. She also knew that if that single flame went out, all would be lost. A cabin, barely illuminated by the campfire at its side, sat on a small grassy mound. A man came running out of the wee cottage. “Shiloh! I’m so thankful you’re safe! I was beginning to think you got caught!” “Daddy, I’m okay. No need to suffocate me.” Joshua Ingallson was a strong man and quite prone to giving breath-knocking bear hugs. “Sorry. Did you get the you know what?” “Yes, Daddy. The Bibliophiles are safe…. for now.”
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