“Welcome weary travellers, to Glisterland; the land where all that glisters IS gold”, said the beautiful, blonde woman in the sparkly golden dress, smiling sweetly as Rancliffe and his friends app
Perhaps, I'm going on about Capitalism too much but I'll probably write about some other subject once the last of my "Magic Company" stories are posted.
Up ahead, Rancliffe and his friends now saw a small, old fashioned village full of houses with thatched roofs but there was something run down about the place; no smoke rose from the chimneys of th
It was a long hard ride over many nights and by many winding and perilous paths to the valley of Gwyndoor where Rancliffe was certain they would find the black tower in which the girl, Florian
Davorian had come a long way from the public school playing fields where he had first bargained away his soul to being the founder and chairman of The Magic Company...
