The Law of Beasts BOOK 1 - ACT 3: SARCONIA

ged his mind last minute when his son fel

.I have to give

n't worry about Agent Stills. You can rest easily

anything

let yo

was

ing sincere. I didn't have to worry about Agent Stills's

d friends demanding an explanation. I knew this wasn't going

ne thing in my w

more than he was letting on. There

d when he was deep in thought disc

hed oak doors of my estate, exhausted. Once I was inside, they electronic

thanks to for being alive, to myself perhaps, because I prevailed over my ea

the Feds, nothing too alarming, and I was actually ill at

the lead prosecutor in New York. I never intended on doing that, of

ad to return to my alternate life as Vultorian, but

ce I was on the high school debate team. They were fascinated that I was in the media for my skills. He wanted

oint to get me to sign on with his Firm, wh

a white man owned and controlled me. If he told me to s

d and ways to obtain the American Brass ring, and like the fool I was I took th

with evil again. I did

n the world, keeping God first, but life turned me away from religion in a whole. It was better that way. Congregations were cults

r me. If I found a million dollars in cash I turned it in like a Good Samaritan, a

judges to manage my life. My free will choice I sold to Gregory like it was 25 cent candy. I

eals; when I was summoned in college to speak to him about my activities

into a forgotten forest. It's not recorded on any

of trees, been around for hundreds of years, towered around it and over it. I

ght to pierce the stained glass windows in the

ks as well, and you could see it i

home. Every worker and electrician, every digital installer and architect perishe

starting to think that turning my back on God and serving

was on my knees in the foyer...I leaned forward, both palms flat on Italian marble, my mirrored re

till eat off them. They were cleaned once every 72 hours by certified floor cleaners. A

semi-darkness. Purple curtains were pulle

that rat

when I wasn't home. When I was

ithout permission. A surge of security overcame m

nd then died from the room. A huge full moon was poised like a breathtaking painting o

he ocean was stretched out before me. The towering branches created a sloping

French doors (with a hologram of half my face on either door), so when they closed my entire face g

rs-clad feet with ease, unbuttoning my suit jacket as

stained glass dome encircling it all. I worked for this. This w

y I had to pretend I hadn't attended to keep the cops off my ass. They we

urt to get a brother the death penalty. If it came out I would be hung, dead before the year was out b

and playing along. He's the only one I spared from th

he top 5 firms in the world, I w

company (it was more marketable), with m