“Where’s that Kandaii slave you boast about?” asked a drunken Xanor.
“Which one? I took so many I can’t remember,” drawled Lihor, his equally intoxicated host. 1,024 more words
The meetings in Corinth sound like they were a mess: people talking over the top of each other in their enthusiasm to preach and prophesy, others speaking out strange languages with no understanding of what was said, women chipping in from the sidelines. 545 more words