WThe naiads’ pool was quiet and deep, even the feeder waterfall crashing down the mountainside could not disturb the tranquility of the clearing.
It was a place of enchantment.
A place for lovers.
A place, it was said, where at least the first child in almost every family was made.
Which made it all the more shocking when they discovered the body of a beautiful nymph in the clear brown water.
Two weeks later a handsome and self-seeking young hunter was found murdered.
The only clue to his fate?
A hank of wet green hair tied about his throat.