I let them take me to their beds or into the woods where we can hide from their wives or lovers. Sex But no more. We need the stories of our lives and our exploits told.” She spun around to face Merlin and said forcefully, “And I know exactly who I can get to write that story. A strange bat-like creature with one, large eye flew shakily forward. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Then when they finally demand that you unmask, say who you are and appear in your full horribleness… Have them write stories with lots of sex and violence and power and humor and riches so people will read them. Why give me up for some limp-dicked husband that can only satisfy her once or twice a month when they aren’t dead tired from working all the time.”
A second Jimamushi Nyūdō joined him at the front. they are all there. “Scare the hell out of them and they will remember you and believe in you.”
“But how will they know who we are?” the voice continued. It is non-belief.”
He took a deep breath. “No sex,” it said flatly, “no taking of life, just anger, or perhaps humor is what gives me power.”
“Do people remember you in between times that
