Thu Jun 10, 2004 11:12 am
Where Biske would find it would lay The Werewolf by Pacados, wrapped with care in a fair quality cloth shirt. The worn leather cover was marked with a note, written in coal on a torn square of parchment that read, plainly: Knowledge is power. - Jack
Thu Jun 10, 2004 6:45 pm
It would be recieved, its words stared at, its pictures reviled. He could stop not reading it, not stop staring in facinated horror at the too-real pictures. A curse indeed.