The gods I served demanded blood. But I knew who killed the righteous man.
He only does this when he’s drunk. At first it didn’t bother me. We married before he was king, and I was madly in love with him.
Lifting her molecularly perfect tea — Earl Grey, hot — from the replicator, Aaliyah accessed the congregation’s worship service via her cybernetic interface. It was so much easier to just log in to the sanctuary instead of heading up to the surface.
