We staggered down the corridor, a sad group – Rex in Kathy’s arms, Ghyslain in Lessig’s, Trevor in Cumin’s, and I in Andrew’s. Cinnamon walked in front of us, bloody but unbowed. The ground shook beneath us again and a spray of fine silt drifted downward from the ceilings and into my hair. “What’s going [...]
I spent three hours last night writing my paper for the upcoming Interdisciplinary Christianities Workshop. Then I cranked up the John Adams and Elliot Smith and pulled two hours worth of AHATPOLS out of my soul. I went to bed at two exhausted and – due to the music – feeling simultaneously both exhausted and [...]
(next one this P.M. Last one Wednesday morning -A) We found them in the dungeon – a dark, airless space dripping with water. The torch that Cumin held to light our paths was too dim for me to see the floor, but I could smell – smell – the blood on the floor around us. [...]