The Chalice

“You have ten seconds before your world ends,” I told the man at the end of my sword. “How generous of you.” The man gave a crooked smile. “I took you for the sort of person to kill immediately.  What are the ten seconds for? To say my prayers?” “Don’t be funny,” I snapped, “Tell me where you hid it.” “Hid what?” He arched an eyebrow. “The chalice,” I snarled, “I know you have it.” “Search me.” He held out his hands. “I’m not wasting my time. You wouldn’t keep it on you.  You’re not that much of an imbecile.” … Continue reading The Chalice