Listen. Not the wind that whines through the larch. Not the wolf that drags the newborn lamb. I saw the devil.
That was seven winters ago. Now when I close my eyes, I hear the creak of his saddle. Now when I drink airag , it tastes of iron and forgotten vows. My dogs growl at nothing. My eldest daughter woke up last week, and her eyes were his eyes — just for a breath. i saw the devil mongol heleer
I drew my bow. The arrow passed through him and split a boulder three miles behind. He smiled. His teeth were horse teeth. “You see me now,” he said. “So I see you forever.” Listen