One who has motivated millions to action in the past, caused people to speak in other, even non-existent languages, even gibberish, has inspired liter...l witch-hunts, pogroms, massacres, and far worse. One who has caused more death and destruction throughout history than Satan, Hitler, Lenin, Stalin, Mao, Saddam Hussein, George W. Bush, or Pol Pot could ever imagine,” I explained to Yang.“Who’s that?” Yang expressed genuine confusion.“The Holy Ghost,” I smiled savagely.“He exists? I thought that. Not only was the Confederacy here in force with spies moving about the town, but no less than two members of the town council were spies! It defied all logic and imagination, but there it was.Daved was at first inclined to think it was a lie, concocted as a way to throw him off their trail. But after giving both men a shot of Liar’s Bane, a potent truth serum, the men were all too willing to speak the truth to him. Learning of all of this, it was more than a little mind blowing. Hell, he. I'm alone, do sit down."The man did as invited and proceeded to take some papers out of his attaché case. Soon he was immersed in them and seemingly oblivious to the cleavage opposite him at eye level and the length of bare leg and bare feet stretched out below him. Veronica returned to her contemplation of the immediate future. She saw that her glass was nearly empty and downed the last of the brandy with some regret that there was no more left. That drink had been just what her shattered. Coming in to sit beside her, you admired your fiancee's beauty as you did everyday. Long flowing blonde hair, a thin tight body, and gentle blue eyes. She cast you a halfway glance as you came in before returning her attention to the TV. "Hey." she said simply."Hey baby." You said smiling. "How was your day?" Just another boring day at the house." Steph said as she shrugged her shoulders. Your fiancee didn't work. Since you made enough for the both of you, she didn't need to work. So she.