"Well," mused Clint, "what about food?" Whispers echoed in the cave. The man in red ended them with a wave of his hand. He stepped forward and put his hand on Clint's shoulder. "What do you mean, 'food'?" asked the man in red. "Well, it's a necessity, like water, but less extreme. Easier to enact... Continue Reading →
Clinton and the Illuminati (Part 2)
He stepped into the middle of the gathering and approached the boar. By the bubbling cauldron a long, twisted knife lay on the ground; Clint picked it up by its bone handle. Murmurs were again silenced by the hand of the red-robed figure. Clint stood next to the boar, which sat still and calm, staring... Continue Reading →