Michael Malone - Weebly

whose center was the shifting, impenetrable cave of the
hidden Minotaur, a fabled creation in whose murderous
horror no one could sensibly believe.
There is no one evil monster to slay. And if a virgin
had walked into the labyrinth, who could ever prove
that she had not died wandering lost there, had not
drowned quite by accident in the great tortuous
subterranean caves? The Minotaur deep in his own
dreams had never known the human sacrifice was even
there.
part five
chapter 45
Already burning, the sun seeped over the ridge that
hid the marshland from Dingley Falls's view. In Madder,
stray dogs gathered to fight one another for scraps of
garbage. They rooted in the battered tin cans that
littered the trailer camp. When there was nothing left,
they trotted away to find a place in the sun. The biggest
dog carried a slab of stale, gnawed meat behind the
cement blocks that held up Maynard Henry's now