Thu, 1 February 2018
Excerpted from: Revenants of War
So much we don’t understand, so much we’re trying to quilt together, so much that we never will. Days, hours, and whatever other increments we fret with, the more we dig out from the dust only serves to confuse our already time addled brains. Some folk will find themselves kicking along to the black-cross only to stub their heels on a remnant from the peoples who used to call our world their own. They’ll look down, hymnal in one hand, a bottle in the other. Two thoughts cross their mind: I hope I’m not late for service… and who in ten shits is Dr. Pepper?
Music in Tincture: Book 2, Chapter Four:
Intro music selected from: PrudHommes by Cobra (avec logo panthère)