In a corner of the Civil War, a demonic battle is stirring.
In the middle of civil war, an inexperienced young witch calls on demonic help to capture an ancient creature, an evil as old as Time and which inhabits the one known as ‘Witchfinder-General’.
Inexperience is no match for the wiles of demons and Jessica soon loses control. The demons will build the trap she wants but…
She is to be the bait.
“This is the circle. The trap will be within.” Phenex grinned up at her. “It has to hold a Golab, remember. Your little circle was just a play-pen for small magic. We need something much bigger, to contain the power you wish to ensnare.”
“So this corridor is one big circle?” Jessica stared along the glass wall. “How big?”
“One thousand yards in diameter. The triangle will be within the house. We don't really need it, but Malphas insisted. He won't do slipshod work, he says.”
A scurrying in the long grass outside interrupted Jessica's amazement. Something moved, fast and low, leaving a channel in its wake. She strained her eyes but could not make out its shape.
“That will be Bifrons.” Phenex’s eyes glittered with some secret amusement. “I don't think you're ready to meet Bifrons.”