My elbows are drawn back and my swelling breasts lead the way. There is a pleasing tug on my neck caused by the weight of the goody bag stretched to t...he walking stick. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. My wrists pull at the crotch string as I walk. The scenery is beautiful, but I am f***ed for the most part to look at the uneven ground. I am surrounded by a mix of pine, and aspen trees. Pine needles and other forest debris carpet the path and occasional stones litter the way. My foot gets. She was meant to save lives from the cataclysm on this planet,” Bas’tet said.“A cataclysm that the humans will bring on themselves,” Anu’bis said.“Liz can save them. And if our work is correct she will be saving a lot more,” Ho’rus said.“Insufficient. The humans, along with all other races, deserve to die for what they have done. Now get out of here ... there is nothing the two of you can do against me,” Anu’bis said as he walked out of the room.The two other gods looked at each other. They. The blonde, eyes that seemed both pitch black and burning, demanded another fix, a way out of here and back to her vices. Leslie could not move as much as she tried. Her feet were rooted as they came up to her. Her screams choked in her mouth as they grabbed her. ** Leslie awoke with a startled yell. Everything went flying as she jolted back to reality. Her arms flailed and her legs kicked. The covers were lost to her blind rampage. Her eyes wide and full of panic. Slowly, she realized this. My Aunt Eileen had been a wild child, a wayward young woman, and even after marriage, a wilful woman. She had married a man who called himself an apothecary, although the only potion he concocted was poitin – potcheen, as it is known in English. Eileen gathered the herbs and plants used to flavour the brew, and became expert in using the flora she gathered to treat ailments, make love potions, and poisons. In earlier times she would have been regarded as a witch, and even in these, more.