Sublime

I had written my thesis on medieval witches accused of roasting dead infants and grinding their bones. A year later I found myself literally roasting dead infants and grinding their bones. The tragedy of the women who were accused of witchcraft was that they never actually ground the bones of babies to help them fly to a midnight devil’s Sabbath. B

I can tell you now that this was my first meeting of Samir, who called himself the Seller of Dreams. But I came to know him as an unserious man, a liar, and a thief. That is why I killed him.

in the crowd below. I fired. Shitload exploded. Hey! That was easy! An eruption of blood and hamburger stained the wings of the angel red and pink.