Harvester of Whoop-AssSeptember 21, 2006
I see Avonia wearing her finest witching garb as she comes walking down the street, carrying a canister of gasoline.
“What’s going on?” I ask the Wiccan Pimp.
“Today is Mabon,” she coldly replies, referring to the festival of the Autumn Equinox.
“Gonna start a big bonfire?” I ask.
Avonia shakes her head. “Mabon is a time to finish old business. And I’m about to sacrifice some old business to The Green Man.”
It’s going to be a bloody harvest this year.