"He held the blade to her throat, blocking out her sobs,and pinned her wriggling body to the ground with his knee, pressing his weight onto her firmly, but so as not to break anything. Closing his eyes, he mumbled a prayer of some kind, so she could not quite make out the words; she was still trying to struggle, getting dead leaves and twigs caught in her hair as she tried to move her head away from the blade.
His father had been a preacher when he was a young boy; he was an educated man and he taught his son of other faiths and rituals. He’d always liked the ancient stories, of making sacrifices to the gods; the idea of purifying the soul in the offering of blood."
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His father had been a preacher when he was a young boy; he was an educated man and he taught his son of other faiths and rituals. He’d always liked the ancient stories, of making sacrifices to the gods; the idea of purifying the soul in the offering of blood."
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