8th Printing
I met Vicki at this time of year. She seemed to have more difficulty believing who I was than what I was, in her typical, frustratingly stubborn fashion. Somehow a short nap at St. Micheal's Cathedral made a difference, or maybe it was only that she'd had an opportunity to consider what I'd said and decide it was the truth.
We were so busy that week neither of us gave much thought to how foolish the timing of our adversary was. Only an amateur would attempt to summon a demon on the day of the Resurrection. For His intervention, though brief, I thank God.
That does not, however, make me a monk capable of fasting indefinitely, no matter the season. Is the manufactured peace and love clear of your bloodstreams yet?
[ooc: Posted after sunset.]
We were so busy that week neither of us gave much thought to how foolish the timing of our adversary was. Only an amateur would attempt to summon a demon on the day of the Resurrection. For His intervention, though brief, I thank God.
That does not, however, make me a monk capable of fasting indefinitely, no matter the season. Is the manufactured peace and love clear of your bloodstreams yet?
[ooc: Posted after sunset.]