You certainly deservea rest.” A few hours later Hal was headed out of the encampment onhis way north. After days of travel he entered thevillage...of Leedston. It was the last independent villagethat he would pass through before he reached the castledistrict. He decided to stop there for a meal and to wipeaway the grime of the road. With any luck he would beseeing his parents the next day. Hal had reached the center of the village when he saw agroup of small children being entertained by. "WAIT!" he yelled.She stopped, lifting an eyebrow as if to say "What?"."You're my daughter," he said, as if that explained everything."So, who else is going to do it?" She was thinking in practical terms, rather than daughter terms. "Come on" she started whisking her hands all around the fastening of his robe. "Get it off ... come on ... let's go."And so, not thinking it through, Paul let the robe drop. Paul was 38. He kept in shape. Lisa had seen him in his running shorts. She'd seen him in. "I welcome you to the gathering and bid you take a look inside."Inside ? Inside the sepulchre? She couldn’t explain the sudden lump in her throat, but she nodded in excited obedience. There was no more weight to keep her feet on the ground, she was free to get up. The two of them didn’t descend the staircase, but remained in the inner hall of the shrine. Curious colors, and this time even more curious faces as well - there were the wall sculptures of faces of beasts and mythical creatures she. After a while, I think people were more afraid of me than Bear, thanks to seeming random acts of horrible violence. I could walk the street in one of the worst neighborhoods in the D, and people would move out of my way. Some would even cross the street, and nobody would look me in the eye. That is projecting true fear, and that is how that I survived in the fucked up world that I was in. I would show up at one of our crack houses, in a random pattern, and collect our money. If the niggas had.