Driven by panic, she crawled through the mud, praying the creature that had kept her imprisoned was still in deep sleep. Like a maniac she had tried to loosen the pin within the lock of her shackles. A hair needle had helped although she had pricked herself numerous times while working on her escape. Her own husband had sold her to a necromancer—to get rid of her once and for all now that she couldn’t bear him children anymore. No surprise really; that man was a demon himself