minotaurs

You should always listen to minotaurs. Anybody with four stomachs has to have a firm grip on reality.

The architecture of the Minotaur__ heart is ancient. Rough hewn and many chambered, his heart is a plodding laborious thing, built for churning through the millennia. But the blood it pumps__he blood it has pumped for five thousand years, the blood it will pump for the rest of his life__s nearly human blood. It carries with it, through his monster__ veins, the weighty, necessary, terrible stuff of human existence: fear, wonder, hope, wickedness, love. But in the Minotaur__ world it is far easier to kill and devour seven virgins year after year, their rattling bones rising at his feet like a sea of cracked ice, than to accept tenderness and return it.

Cecie keeps telling him she__ like to take him home some night, husband or no. The Minotaur waits hopefully. Husband or no.