Sunday, 19 February 2017


There’s a moment shared by fighters, ones authorised by a government and armed with the latest hi-tech weaponry, or ones gripping a hunk of wood before they try and rob a lady of her spare change.

That moment where you are about to start a fight, where you know you’re about to confront danger head on, you pause, even for half a second, grip your weapon, and then go.

For me, that’s a handful of salt. Because if it all goes to hell, I’m messing up the summoning ritual, and either saving my life or taking everyone else with me…

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