From The Crowfield Demon Will opened his mouth to answer when he noticed a dark patch on the path, just a few paces away. He turned to look more closely and was disturbed to see that it was blood, mixed with small clumps of reddish fur. He crouched down beside it and picked up a tuft. It was the same shade of red as the hob's fur. Fear squeezed Will's breath from his body until he realized that it was a shade or so paler and not as coarse. Fox fur. He glanced back down at the blood. There was a great deal of it, yet there was no sign of the injured animal and no trail of blood to show where it had gone. Will noticed something else on the bloodstained ground: a bundle of oak twigs, tied with a length of wool. A cold chill of foreboding crept over him. He looked up and saw that the boy was staring at the abbey with a strange expression on his face.... Excerpted from The Crowfield Demon by Pat Walsh All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.