Black thunder rolled against her senses. Ominous and oppressive in its sweep. Tenseiga…it was of no further use to me. Kagome slammed the door aside. Blood stained the front of her white haori, dripped from the knife clutched in her shaking fist. Her fingers clamped around the naked blade. Red drops rained down to pit

Dread gnawed Kagome up inside, as she stood before the door of a building she’d scarcely glanced at before. The windows were fitted with wooden bars. The door was bolted heavily from the outside. As Kagome laid her hand to the bolt, the priestesses at her back hovered grimly. “Please, Miko-sama,” the eldest urged her

By the shores of a secluded lake, Kagome tied her horse. Peering up the rocky slopes that lay beyond, she could just see the temple from here. The golden top of the pagoda crested above the trees. Its wide eaves swept out like wingtips, their keen points sparking in the late afternoon sun. At the

Clothed once again in red hakama and white haori, Kagome made her way through the castle gates. It was early morning yet. Against the soft, thawing ground, her horse’s hooves made only a whisper of sound. On the way out of town, she encountered an army marching up the road. At their advance, the townsfolk

Kagome froze. In that bitter, breathless moment, she thought she might just die after all. Then the moment passed. She thawed from her frozen shock. Balling her hands into fists in her sleeves, Kagome clenched her jaw and glanced aside. “Well,” she muttered, low and fierce, “good for him.” Head cocked to one side, Hirokin