He giggled like a hyena when Booker didn’t get it. “There’s no drugs.” “You said they were mules,” Booker insisted. “They are,” Rask crowed. “Not heroin – organs. Why the fuck do you think I told you not to shoot the truck?”
Patrick Todoroff, Sozo [Amazon]
“Where are you going, so meek and holy?”
“I’m going to temple to worship Crowley.”
“Crowley is God, then? How did you know?”
“Why, it’s Captain Fuller that told us so.”
While this sort of thing is styled success
I shall not count failure bitterness.
Aleister Crowley, Winged Beetle, The Convert
See also The Star in the West.
Be the beggar at Allah’s door, he told me gently. He loves humility. It’s in the mendicant’s bowl that the secrets of Self are revealed.
Usman T Malik, The Pauper Prince and the Eucalyptus Jinn [Amazon, Publisher, Local Library]
This was a place that swallowed hope. This was a place that told the truth, revealed ugliness, celebrated all the wrong things. Chances are, he belonged here.
Elizabeth Engstrom, Benediction Denied: A Labyrinth of Souls Novel [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher]