Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
In Horns We Trust
What do you mean, “who's that”?
Haven't you ever seen a priest of the Horned before?
Well, duh. Of course they're ram's horns. When's the last time you saw a bull's horn shaped like that? Or an antler?
For gods' sakes. Of course they're tattoos. What did you think, he was born with them?
Where are you from anyway, Cowanistan?
Yes, he shaves the sides of his head.
Stop staring, he's looking. Ye gods.
Can't I take you anywhere?
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