“You’re a priest, right?” Bors asks not-Nacien. “I’m absolutely a priest. I’m Nacien; Nacien is a priest. Therefore I am a priest.” “I had this dream you can maybe interpret, then.” Bors relates the dream he had instead of sex, … Continue reading →
Abruptly the tent is gone, the picnic table is gone, the hammock is gone, the cot that a moment ago had a writhing eager naked lady on it is gone. All is smoke and ruin! Percivale panics, which is a … Continue reading →
The lady’s black ship puts in at her private island, which is a nice place, though a little muggy. She has an awning set up, so Percivale can nap in a hammock underneath it, and recover his strength. “That’s super … Continue reading →
This bit is a good bit. Percivale and his lion buddy hang out on the rock, staring out to sea, for a half a day before another boat comes by. This one is covered samite, too, like Nacien’s. Instead … Continue reading →
