Chapter Thirty-Two
AudenI’m certain that in days of old, the Thorn Kings were feted and prepared for their sacrifice. I assume there must have been feasting or fasting, s*x or sacred abstention, lots of repose or none at all.
Something to mark the person and the day, to mark both of them as holy and apart.
It is not the days of old, however. It is the days of right now. I’ve written emails, snuck in a confession with a defrocked priest, and dropped Sir James Frazer at Abby’s nephew’s house, where he’ll stay for a few days. I’ve got an email to the others in my outbox scheduled to be sent tonight, and it includes Abby’s phone number and when to retrieve Sir James. It also includes the number of my solicitor, a quick explanation of what to expect from my changed will, the brand of Si
