That Other Place
Prowling on the edges of towns, wrapped in rags and caked in grave-dust, eating straw and mushrooms and blood by the light of a bloated gibbous moon. John Cowery is a man-shaped thing that used to live with his family—used to live in a prosperous, happy town—used to live. His eyes have mottled brown tints, his nose is half blocked up by the other half, and his hair is pulled out to tie together the other parts of his body. Nothing that lives and can move will go within a hundred yards of John. He exists in decay.
Nothing will approach John Corpse, as villagers call him—nothing but a holy man, summoned from the South by urgent pleas, armed with a holy hammer and a bag of herbs for the dead. John Corpse’s first burial, as the villagers say, didn’t take. Nawke the Apostle will give him a second one—as soon as he can find and take down the wandering revenant.