When a cow has been a good cow- obedient, gentle, good to those around it, good to the humans it knows- one day, it will go to heaven. In heaven, the fields extend forever. There are no fences, because there are no wolves beyond. In heaven, there is always milk, there is always freedom, and there is no pain.
Chapter 18: Jenny Takes Out The Trash
My life shattered, just like that.
Lambs Chapter 3: Sheep in the Midst of Wolves
“It’s a demon. David, it’s a fucking demon.”
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Chapter 17: That’s No Assassin, That’s My Wife!
I threw open the door. “Alfred. We need to move.”
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Lambs Chapter 2: An Army of Sheep, Led by a Lion
There are a lot of reasons why you might find yourself on a bridge, ready to kill yourself. Some of them might even be good reasons. I was willing to bet someone in history had thrown themselves off a bridge because it was really the best choice. I wasn’t going to be one of them. This was just another cry for help.
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Lambs Chapter 1: Resolutions in Favor of Vegetarianism
“God is dead. And should we not follow his example?”
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Chapter 16: Better Nate than Lever.
“Did you know about this?” I asked, as we drove. Jack sat in the back with the Atlantean girl, the only one at the temple who I was able to get a hold of. Alfred sat in the passenger seat, checking his phone occasionally for the directions we had been given by Inanna. “I mean, the whole family thing.”
Case Files 4: The King and Queen of Binghamton’s Winter Court Unseelie, and The Wild Hunt.
King Dionysio and Queen Wen
Border Guard Chapter 4: Affection Eight
The entire time, that whole ten years I was journeying home, my wife was in my mind. There were other women, a fact of which I’m not proud, but whenever I considered giving up, whenever I considered accepting my fate, I thought of my Penelope, my Telemachus, my Argos. But history has never favored me. Most countries, most mythoses, have favored brawn over the mind. There is a reason it is the Illiad, after all, named after Achilles and his boundless valor. There is a reason that I was despised by the Romans, and by the Italians. I preferred craft and cunning.
Border Guard Chapter 3: Bad Medicine
1890
I stood on the hill, watching as my people died. Chankpe Opi Wakpala continued to flow. The Ghost Dancers continued their shuffle in the name of a messiah who would never materialize.
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