The Fates — Thomas Tessier

The first sign was the disgustingly mutilated carcass of a cow. The second, an old man torn to pieces. The third, the eerily beautiful blue fires that hovered over the small town... Stark white faces, diabolical eyes-raging within the unearthly flames-were turned toward the innocent town. And now it moved-toward the children walking home from school. Toward the young priest who wondered if this hideous power came from heaven...or from hell. Toward the laughing housewife who called it a visitor from space...until her screams branded it a deadly terror from the unknown. Toward the news reporter out to get a story...who found instead a bloody swath of horror.