Gods and Monsters: Drag Hunt
COYOTE HAS misplaced HIS PENIS.
The local American trickster god and Richard eco-friendly, considered one of his mortal marks, locate themselves unwitting bedfellows as they search to regain what they've got either misplaced. the path leads them to England, the place they locate murdered Anglo-Saxon spirits, a reclusive god of the forge, a London gentleman’s membership completely for deities and a terrifying conspiracy.
If Coyote goes to avoid wasting the area and get his mojo again, it’s going to take every thing in his bag of tricks—and he’s struggling with the last word functionality anxiety.
"You had me at, 'COYOTE HAS misplaced HIS PENIS.' Kelleher writes anything right here that's magical, hilarious, disturbed, and inspired." -- Chuck Wendig, writer of GODS & MONSTERS: UNCLEAN SPIRITS and THE BLUE BLAZES.
right here and unfastened, so they’re unlikely to be too satisfied, are they? They’ll blame you. Do you actually imagine they’ll allow you to take your home after this?” Nataero chewed his lip, contemplating, weighing his thoughts which, instantaneously, have been pitifully few. Coyote waited. “They... they have been speaking a couple of birthing—” Coyote didn’t just like the sound of that. So that’s what they sought after his pecker for, to conceive anything? It felt like an attack. They hadn’t requested. They hadn’t even acquired him dinner. Or a.
Eight—no, nine—ten ravens settled. Make that twelve. ok. RICHARD ROOTED around within the little workplace for a kettle. An previous transistor radio he’d came across performed within the history. He’d found a packet of digestive biscuits and eaten half them already. He was once ravenous. As he moved approximately, waves of static swept over the tune, however the songs grounded him, reminded him of his lifestyles, of while he had one. All he wanted was once cash. adequate so he may construct his lifestyles back. purchase a greater condo. Get a.
Onto the floor. lifeless bloody deer. subsequent time he’d look forward to elk offal. That lasted for months. you have intercourse, get pregnant and provides start with that stuff. Coyote and Weyland regarded down on the bloody mess even as and exchanged glances. “Run?” urged Coyote. THEIR surprising stream attracted the interest of numerous conflict ravens. The air jam-packed with caws as they swooped down. Distracted by means of the offal that had fallen from Coyote’s disintegrating cover, they set to squabbling.
Distracting to claim the least, particularly if he was once attempting to pay attention to whatever else. yet now, he may suppose not anything. now not a twinge, now not a throb, no longer a pulse. That gave him reason for main issue. He farted. “And you could bloody good close up,” he instructed his more youthful brother, anus. “You had something to do, one thing—keep your beady little brown eye on him. I’d punish you yet I keep in mind what occurred final time.” nonetheless, he wasn’t that anxious. He shouldn't have any challenge monitoring it down. After all,.
Breeze Brothers raised his hand and a small air present rippled around the ground, accumulating up right into a small whirlwind within the centre of the room that spun slowly round the suite, ruffling the silk sheets and sucking up Coyote’s scattered winnings. It back them to the wind god, prior to dissipating lightly and depositing the money and chips into the Anemoi’s arms. “I’m impressed,” stated Coyote, elevating an eyebrow. “In truth, i do know somebody who’d wish to meet you.” “I have a message,” stated Hermes.