"Why, such untruths," says the Minotaur, stroking my cheek with a waxen claw. "What reason have I to murder and, ugh, how I shudder to say it," (he provides a theatrical little twitch of fur) "eat my guests?"
"That is merely what they say."
"They, they, they. And who is they, and how do you suppose they know? Have they been here? Do they dine with me?"
"Well, no, sir, but . . ."
"You silly little girl. So silly. So charmingly silly." He holds my entire chin now in his massive hand, and I know he can feel my frantic swallows like a sparrow's heartbeat against his flesh. "Why do you suppose I request only maidens and unwed men?"
"I... I do
Song Of The Crossroads by orphicfiddler, literature
Literature
Song Of The Crossroads
Beware the crossroads, mortal fair,
For we are always watching there;
But who, indeed, thou ask, are we?
Hecate, not one, but three
Thrice the fury and the spite,
Thrice the everlasting night
That fast shall cling like specks of coal,
Or like the sand upon a shoal,
Unto the edges of thy soul
Thy bond to us complete.
Beware the crossroads, mortal fair,
For suicides are buried there,
And their ghastly voices sound
In the darkness all around
Listen not! lest they entice
Thy fickle hand thy own throat slice,
And join in their fetid ranks
Beneath a cross of crooked planks
Meander not into their flanks,
Pa