This is the prologue to Angel Interceptors, serialised in my zine, Custard.
You can read it and more in the various issues available on my Gumroad.
Summer in 1097
It is a clear, cloudless night.
It is somewhere on the coast of the Black Sea.
The shepherds were nervous. They were not prone to being worried people.
Due to the nature of their work, where they lived, and the time they lived, they were not prone to jumping into shadows.
