It was a coyote.In fact it was the Coyote - trickster god to many native American tribes,who was stuck at the center of the multiverse thanks to an en...ounter witha certain Asgardian.Coyote sniffed the air, and frowned.Most of the time, Coyte grumbled to himself about how boring things weresince he got stuck. "Oh sure," he'd say, "I managed to have a little funby sending my power to Earth, and turning one poor schmuck's life totallyupside down, that had been a good time, but other than that .... His body convulsed and tears welled up in his eyes, as much from fear as pain. ?Oh,? I told him, leaning in close, ?we are going to have such fun, you and I.? Reaching behind his head, I undid the gag, and pulled the kid in close. I took the cigar from my mouth and pressed my mouth over his, driving my tongue deep into his throat. The little fucker tried to bite me, but I withdrew before he could get a good grip. ?Faggot!? I shouted at him. ?Fuckin’ stupid cunt!? I punched him in the face once,. As they drove they talked, their conversation ranging from music to politics to relationships and work. The fog was rolling in and they hadn’t seen another car for over half an hour when David commented on how quiet the night was. ‘Feels like we’re driving through ghost towns out here. Like one of those sci-fi/horror movies where there’s a crowd of people then suddenly all but one of them is gone in a swirling fog and you just know something bad is coming after the one person left standing.’. The dancers straggled from their cottages and headed for class. No rest for them Coverly mused as a couple of them paused by the old man to chat for a moment. From within the Tower House the phone was ringing. Coverly turned quickly to answer it. Hopefully it was Vivienne. Half an hour later he sat disconsolately in the library. There was still no word from her. But certainly Katia would see her tonight. Coverly glanced distractedly out the window at her cottage without noticing that the old.