Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Monday, October 09, 2006
"Blood-curdling..." -- Part 11
There was neither hair nor cell nor nail left of him and it was never known for certain in the land what ever became of Dedman the Caddish Warlock.
Without so much as a drop of his black blood to prove his demise, there was nothing to bury -- or burn -- and no funeral.
It was assumed that an incensed member of his widespread stable of wives and concubines had dispensed with him in a sudden and violent fit of jealousy, but nothing could ever be proved. And Haggis continued on, lonely and bored with her wretched existence. It was not long before she began to plot and scheme...
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2 comments:
I am going to hold on to hopes that he still exists. No blood no body may mean no death. Haggis needs to take up blogging I think. Lonely and bored is hard to feel with the love of a good troll.
Heh. We didn't think of that. We could have moved her to a bridge and had her fall in love with a troll.
Not to worry, Steve. She's good for a few more plots yet. :)
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