the night so thick you could slice it with a knife. I have witnessed the history of creation and will bring about its end. I am within and without every
tame my amazement. I stumbled to my feet, br
least I do
this," I said, motioning to his
ir cascading down his face. He grinned, and I realized my jaw had dropped
ings?" I retorted. "You look more suited for nightm
you're terrified- I hear your heart beating wildly, smell your fear on the air as cortisol races thr
g- there was nothing else to see beyond his haunting face. The rest of the nig
ewhere along the way, people mistook metaphor for fact, and the belief that angels are winged was born. The
's watching my every move, invisible and omniprese
is the opiate of the masses. It gives them hope, helps them stave off their fear of death, I suppose. How e
l, riddle me this: which religion is right,
across his face. "A
's he
see the world is inherently different. But that doesn't mean that because your perceptions dif
that all gods ev
ferent personas to suit the cultures they work with. Perhaps deities are more interes
odlike to me, just like yo
like a fool-
at-
ds unprotected? Why are you threateni
why I actually think I'm talking to the Grim Reaper. I've been hallucinating ever since I sat down in that church. I've finally lost it; the chemicals in my br
ber of his mortal collection. You see, Callie, things are not always as they seem. Reality is stranger than fiction. There are fiend
re forgetting that this c
h arrogance and coaxing the crow into flight. It cawed as it flew away. A single black fe
ate pleas for vengeance and mercy. And of course, there are the ever popular suicides. But you, you're different. So different," he said, s
hese idiot escapades. He
to you, but I'm just your
ourself to defle
number or whatever flaky chant invokes you. You creep me out. I do not want to be your friend. I do not want to be your acquaintance. I hope to never meet
erest. "Cats? I pinned y
a rat, but that's
You fascinate me." He paused, eying the bruises marring my arms. "You
ing me? I would neve
ave I done t
ic about my corpse. You abducted me in a hearse, and to top it all off, y
costs too. But I was just playing with you, I wasn't actually going
have? I don
eezing to death, numb and comatose, on the floor of a
this: If you hadn't been
dane life, devoid of wonder and miracles. Poor mortals, there's so much beneath the surfaces of your small, quaint lives that you never notice. You
sed to mean? Don't
ou do," he s
r serve anything unwilling
h of one for metaphysics. Say, how about you join me for midnight tea? That's where I wa
take tea with yo
at me in
're i
ast I'm charming and
a lunatic in
caught it and gasped. It was slick like water and downy soft; layers of it seemed to glide through my fingers. Streamers of smoke rose from i
d out in an outfit that would make a biker cry. Red pinstriped pants over combat boots battled to tame a Count of Monte Cristo-esque ruffled white shirt into submission. He wore a fitted leather jack
all the time," he said, resting his hands beh
h or cry because my eyes are burning," I shot back, trying to h
Callie, you develop y
ople meant when they called
" he said, flexing his arms an
on and 80's hair metal blend together hideously," I said, cursi
ng at your bod
u were,
ay that out l
ly are a fool, aren't you?" he asked, gr
just disappeared. But how? You can't be standing somewhere one moment and, the next t
he lake. Look up
th traceries of faint light dancing across the sky. Gaping, I watched the l
ottom of a lake, gazing
an apple tree. The branches quivered under his touch, leaves rustling, and suddenly two whorls in the bark opened, revealing amber eyes. I gasped as the trunk creaked o
he taking!" she sang, voice
w did that girl just emerge from a t
everal ripe apples and stuffing them in to a shoulder bag that had materialized from nowhere. "H
a particularly dumb blonde," I said skep
s gleaming. "There's more to that myth than you could
o enlig
rtively. "T
ll bite. It was totally innocuous, tasting like a normal apple. "What do you mean, 'see for yourself'?
t for a moment mo
going
there. Now tell
so hes
he stars had intensified to the colors of flames. The moon was a silver mirror that captured the starlight and reflected brilliant shafts of light upon the woods. There were slumbering spirits in the tre
pered, the sweet taste of a
would be opened, did
painfully thin beings, black as coal, scampered on knuckles and
trying to judge tonight by
and spend my life trying to knit socks out of dryer lint. That would make more sen
ed. The other beings perked up and staring a
fantastical surroundings. "Wh
It is the fabric binding realms together. The place where myths are made," he said, eying a particularly drunk looking fairy, goblet
airy belched. "So
no. My home is a place yo
hy is
and leading me to the hearse once more. Irritated by his avoidance of my question, I s
ng how much I appreciated those arms. He could probabl
hing. "What?
r eyes glaze over when you look at me?
s something
can't afford to miss. I've interrupted battles before to have a proper Earl Gra
hat way, then I guess