the smuggler’s bible


People will tell you there are great rewards for staying on the good and righteous path. But on the other hand, Perceval met the devil once, and the devil had an awful lot to offer.

When his cup is empty, the devil just smiles and reaches across the table to fill it again with strong, dark wine. Then she’s beside him, and her hand is on his arm. Perceval can smell lilac and the sweet summer grass outside the tent.

“You can have whatever you want, baby,” she breathes in his ear. “You just have to say you love me.”