12/10/2009 in Warhammer 40K
How did I gain this exalted position? The extraordinary roots of that, Unknown Reader, are to be found in the abbey of my roots, the abbey of my dreams – the abbey that, even now, I dare not name.
He bent forwards, the dried-fish stink of his breath enveloping my face. The thick bristles of his cheek scratched my beardless one.
‘I’ve watched you in the choir – such a pretty voice, admirably suited to your face. Sing for me now.’