The Call of Her Coochie, page 10
He pushed her away as she laughed at him. He leaned against the wall, seeming diminished and guarding himself with his hand upon his cock.
“Your treachery has only sealed your fate,” he said. “I will be forgiven by Mardoch for my sin, but Pater Sciberras says you are forever marked for your family’s evil! He says you will never be made clean!”
“Scibberas? I’ve heard that name before…”
Sophie was not sure where, but the revelation unsettled her. She gathered her armor and mounted Alberto. Sir Varlock followed her to the door of the barn, leaning heavily against it as she rode away. He shouted cursers at her and held the broken halves of his sword.
She did not wait for the pater nor for Ornash Jeg and his gang of thugs from Sepreth. She rode hard, south from the city, along the main trade route from Vinecio to Zora, the ancient capital of Trentino.
There, in the adjoining Temple City of Vithe, home of the Pateric Church, Sophie might learn what happened to her sister. Or she might meet her fate at the hands of Pater Scibberas and his fanatical allies in the church.
Amanda Clover, The Call of Her Coochie
