”“So, fear of flying,” Margo said.“Fear of falling out of the sky and dying in a pile of burning wreckage.”Carol was catching the flight att...ndant’s eye as she came up the aisle.After his second bourbon, Harry was able to relax. Good bourbon had that effect on him. He wished he’d felt crazy enough to smoke a massive bowl before they left the house – hell, even in the car on the way to the airport.“This is the cockpit – we’ve reached our cruising altitude of 35,000 feet. After the take-off. Ladies, let us ride."***The company rode into the city at nearly full gallop, the Guard led infront of the wagon in a wedge formation. Terrified townspeoplescattered as they charged through the streets towards the Temple. Asthey rounded one narrow street, an unorganized mass of men surroundedthem, grabbing at the reins of the horses. Using the butts and sides oftheir broadswords, the Guard drove the first wave of attackers back,causing a domino effect on the men behind. As the Guard galloped. We sipped our beers and talked about our lives. Harold told me that his ethnicity was Sudanese. He explained how his father and mother escaped to the USA before he was born. How hard they worked to become citizens, a dream come true for them. Being Sudanese explained, to me, his handsome face and dark black skin. He told me of how his parents taught him that an education would open the world up to him. His job was in Honolulu, his wife worked here also. He worked in the financial sector, while. Slowly she rode her horse, Elsa, through the winding thoroughfare of the squalid section of London. She knew these streets; she had hunted many witches and foul abominations through these streets. She saw the men join with parliament in these streets, allowing the witches and demons to grow in power in the ensuing chaos. She thought about what she was doing. She had to lay with Henry. If she didn’t the Witch Hunters would be fractured and the world would fall. Henry could sway the old school.