© Copyright Cupideros, Tuesday, February 4, 2016 BOOK 4, CHAPTER 3 She stopped and glanced at the neatly stacked souls. At least these native people of Makta Island never ate Cook’s men. They killed them, sure; they gave them quick deaths, too. But the cannibals’ food lifestyle matched the English one, basically; they ate animals,…
© Copyright Cupideros, Tuesday, February 4, 2016 BOOK 6, CHAPTER 3 When the moon started downward, Muriel left her camp. She guessed it was three o’clock in the morning—too late for Glen to be awake, even if he were reading his Bible. Nearing Camp One, wearing only her black skirt and her midriff-torn white blouse,…