Thousand: Three Hundred Sixty-Three

one patting her on the head, a smile cold his face. “I suppose if I were to call on God to save us both, to send a lightning bolt from the clear sky and strike down only the unjust, or only you, the man who dares threaten me with steel, you would laugh, sure God and I had no arrangement.” They laughed. Indeed, they laughed. But it wasn’t at anything I said. I didn’t say anything. Wouldn’t it have been fun if I had, and that a jagged stripe of light would spear down from Heaven and turn crispy whomever