Discordant Abomination

Ignatius chewed with a blissful savagery, studying the scar on the man’s nose and listening to his whistling. “Do I hear a strain from Scarlatti?” Ignatius asked finally. “I thought I was whistling ‘Turkey in the Straw.’” “I had hoped that you might be familiar with Scarlatti’s work. He was the last of the musicians,” […]