Thunder Dome i'm bad in the walls, asbestos

Religion was not a hard or farfetched concept, but he had never practiced. His intimacy with the idea was little at best. Understanding that some might worship and pray. Some built lives around it all.

Baudelaire had just been a reckless heir, tossing aside the notion of higher power in favor of his own.

Now here was a man doing what he wanted, under the cloak of religion. Funny, wasn't it?

I am not, He confessed in a manner that suggested he was not bothered. By any of it. I learned skills of the physical instead. Almost became a knight once or twice. He laughed, a life boyish in tone and exposing the youth that still clung to him.