tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366385969888572618.post8264464665790861612..comments2023-09-12T05:35:15.609-07:00Comments on Alessa's Adversaria: Druids - Behind the MaskAlessa Ellefsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587451250007222192noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366385969888572618.post-87241780397135945542013-04-21T11:54:54.371-07:002013-04-21T11:54:54.371-07:00Funny, I'm reading this really cool book right...Funny, I'm reading this really cool book right now (Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children), and listen to this passage (or read, rather):<br /><br />"Twenty-seven hundred?" I said, glancing at the dead boy's face, his delicate features somehow perfectly preserved. "But he looks so..."<br />"That's what happens when you spend your golden years in a place where oxygen and bacteria can't exist, like the underside of our bog. It's a regular fountain of youth down there--provided you're already dead, that is."<br />"That's where you found him? The bog?"<br />He laughed. "Not me! Turf cutters did, digging for peat by the big stone cairn out there, back in the seventies. He looked so fresh they thought there might be a killer loose on Cairnholm--till the cops had a look at the Stone Age bow in his hand and the noose of human hair round his neck. They don't make 'em like that anymore."<br />I shuddered. "Sounds like a human sacrifice or something."<br />"Exactly. He was done in by a combination of strangulation, drowning, disembowelment, and a blow to the head. Seems rather like overkill, don't you think?"<br />"I guess so."Alessa Ellefsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10328692547865707296noreply@blogger.com