berbalang's

Updated: July 15, 2026

For as the Berbalang fell, the bough seemed to rip away from where his cheek had rested, and Aoodya, with my child in her arms, swung back under my feet and dropped like a stone into the lake. "I can't tell you, sir, how long I lay stretched out along that trunk, with the Berbalang's knife still pinned through my hand. I was staring down into the water.

Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - The White Wolf and Other Fireside Tales