The Minotaur

Nick reflected almost certainly the point his abilities had been bestowed on him for reasons he didn't understand, by powers he could neither fully embrace nor reject. It was one thing to be born and bred of converging mortal mythologies, minor gods, monsters, beings like oak madeline, but quite another to be what nick was. If he'd let his thoughts linger a moment longer, he would have missed it. Nick whirled to a stop in a room about a light week down the hall, from the empty suet. The minotaur stood in a three piece mulberry suit, the collar of his lilac shirt unbuttoned and his jaw hanging open in rage. Scrambling