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The Scottish mage couldn’t bear to tell Joseph that his wife, Bethany, had moved on and married a fast-talking, Grecian Hair Formula-loving, admittedly good looking and virile older man; the younger man was in enough pain as it was.
The mage chuckled grimly as he mentally probed down into the older man’s cellular level and noted the creeping neurotoxins that would soon spread to his internal organs: Such was the price of vanity! Continue reading
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I meant well, sending her off on an impossible quest for the Silverword Cascade, hoping she’d find distraction and joy during the painful waiting time until her childhood friends return to her; No Baba Yaga am I — my magic is limited to perception only of magic’s heady limerance, and I hadn’t felt her subtle glow. Continue reading
A morning breeze tripped through the back garden. Tall cornstalks shivered and shushed one another, delighting in the sleeping baby that had fallen from the sky overnight. Continue reading
Lucy’s footsteps echoed pale blue, up and over the far reaches of Karlssen’s Glacier.
She took her time, minding her breath; these tower steps had been built by others taller than her six foot frame. Per her nature, she’d planned for extra effort to reach the peak. Continue reading