The altar stone drew her. It was rough and rusty-red, an oblong piece of rock fallen from a mountainside, cracks and fissures in it and one end narrowing to a point. It was five feet or so wide at the widest point, and eight or nine feet long. The sides had not been shaped at …
So here’s part of the scene that I wound up writing to solve the aforementioned villain problem. I think it’s more interesting than chopping someone apart with a machete: Making the threat had given him back vitality that had ebbed with the long day. He took a bite of goat meat. He traced a pattern …