Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

by Brom

But where was God when I was watching my mother die and my father going mad with grief and drink? I wish I shared your faith, Edward. What a comfort that would be.

“Angels must often do dark deeds in the name of the Lord,”

“You are all naught but a gaggle of clucking cunts!”

You are not made out of needs, you are made out of your dreams and desires.

Hard to know when to stand and when to bend.”