The Devil Delivered And Other Tales - Plot & Excerpts
the dance of dances Sool Koobie kneeled close to a wall of his cave, a bone tube in one hand, the fingertips of the other red with paint, his mouth full of spit and charcoal. The wall’s red bricks were smooth with age, shiny with the greasy smears of Sool’s shoulders in constant passage, and now crowded in painted images of the various spirits Sool had freed over the years—freed being Sool’s unconscious euphemism for murdered in cold blood. Overhead, the cave’s roof, consisting of woven detritus and misshapen pieces of corrugated aluminum, drummed and rustled beneath the night’s light rain. The occasional rivulet dribbled down onto the smeared cobblestone floor, pooling close to the manhole cover, which led down into Sool’s own private world of nether spirits and odd, bloodstained tubes of gauze that Sool threaded together to make his dancing cloak of death, which he now wore in homage to the god who was art, the gifts that were red ocher and charcoal paint, and the demonic angel who raced inside his head and gave painful birth to the images he now fashioned on the wall of his cave.
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