Winter 1987 – The Swift and Vigorous Embrace of a Silken Cord


Guresh expelled a loud sigh. He said, “I almost wish we were dealing with a Thuggee cult. That would almost be rational. But I believe that, if this is a cult, it is of a far more modern sort. Someone is making a profit.”

I nodded. “Modern and ancient. Profit isn’t a 20th century invention.”