The parishioner's bloodshot eyes lit up. "Oh ho ho! There are so many!" he said, barely slurring his words. He was a devout of The Merry Twins, and Catt was walking him home after a fete of fermented drink at the Polypantheonic Temple.

"Well, what if you had to pick the best?" Catt asked.

"We're going the wrong way," he said, jerking unsteadily against her arm. "The best ones are all back in Temple Hill."

Catt preve...