The Greenwitch Coven apparently didn't require my help this year ridding the Ground Zero site of perished souls. In light of my extracurricular murderous activities, I'm not surprised. Last year it was my priviledge to participate in the annual ritual that the Green Witches have undertaken since the World Trade Towers fell a decade ago. This year? Nothing. No knock on my door. No note in my mailbox. No call.
No surprise.
As if Mother Snowdeth and her sisterhood of blessed white magic would simply ring me up in light of my recent dealings with the demon Grotesqueer. Then again, it was only two days ago that I murdered three people, cut loose a powerful infernal upon the world and delved into a newly deciphered grimoire of ancient evils.
Word travels fast in the overlapping circles of sorcery, but that fast?
