Chapter 65: Fire, Part 1

Sule could not remember the last time he'd been so damned drunk.

No, that wasn't true. It had been the night his father had thrown him out. "I'm tired of your sickness ruining our lives. Tired of pretending all is well when it's not. Tired of this place that encourages your mad behavior. You're no daughter of mine. Take your perversion and get out!"

His eyes stung, but he'd already bled out all his tears. Instead, he took another pull from his latest bottle of ass-flavored rotgut and wandered through the bar back to his table in the corner, where everyone had long learned to leave him alone. He wasn't proud he'd been terrifying people, but he also just didn't care anymore. Especially since nobody recognized him. He knew damn near every face in the bar, every facre he'd passed in the village, and all of them had regarded him like he was a stranger.