“ One evening, at a roadside inn, I witnessed an iron-toothed witch preparing a haruspicy in the dung- and hay-covered courtyard. The goat she chose was dark, with egg-yolk yellow eyes, and when she opened it, the entrails turned green immediately, rotting under our very gaze. The young, love-struck suitor she was casting for sprayed his dinner all over his fine leather boots. Two days later, I spied a wolf eating its young, then a two-headed calf being born to a pig, and finally, a scarecrow walking its fields with murder in its eyes, carrying what I presumed was the farmer’s head in one hand and a rusty sickle in the other. These are strange times I am living in, witchy times.” - Culloch Gull, Thane of the Grim A D ark and Bloody Age Welco...
