I have eaten blood, pigs' blood to be specific; black pudding is among the nobility of dishes. I also like my steak medium rare, though more to the medium end of the scale. Were I not to tolerate doing so would have more to do with personal taste considerations, including animal welfare issues, rather than some random injunction in a dusty and increasingly irrelevant storybook. The opinions of imaginary characters and the people who pretend to speak for them and know how they supposedly think don't impress me at all.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
