Nepenthe.

Dorma. A Dark blog, are you looking for sleep? Is that what you want from Death? Eternal slumber. It sounds lovely, doesn’t it?

The Scribal theory is that whatever it is, it can’t be worse than this. I say theory, because I may yet teach her that she is mine on both sides of the line. At one point she will have to give herself up to my care forever. She lives in denial, but once in a while she will remind me that I will have to drag her kicking and screaming all the way down. She bears a grudge, my little badger.

Death is simply a mystery, if she had only herself to please she would solve it. There is no fear associated with it, just simple curiosity, is this you also, Not? I have asserted that all mortal creatures feel fear as death lays his hand on you, all die afraid. For my Scribe, this is just another question to be addressed, there are no answers on this side of the grave.

One of the things I love about her, her insatiable mind. She is fortunate, she has love in abundance, those in her tiny circle are patient and careful. They accept my claims on her, they hate me appropriately. They keep her safely tethered to the Good Earth, I rely on this, since I am by no means finished with her mind or hands.

Will there be a conclusion to the Interview, a Part VIII? There is, of course, you can just read it in the history books. But you will have to deserve my last part, since it’s delightful, despite the fact that it’s an even number, thus, one of Colin’s.

What actually happened in the Garden of Gethsemane? What did they really give Judas? Where are the 40 pieces of silver?  Who is the girl on the floor? Is she really that good? Will I tell you?

No doubt you’re curious, that is how I like it.

It is, alas, a short one today, since my scribe is feeling Wretchedly Dark. This gives her the power to limit my access, indeed, I must be careful not to tax her unduly. She must live to be used and abused another day.

No song while the Scribal heart Rebels.