The packet of Magic Company "extra-strong magic healing" sat open upon a table. Rancliffe was slowly dying of a curse that was turning his body into granite.
The winged key fluttered beyond Florian’s cage; it was beautiful with butterfly wings of enamelled glass and gold that sparkled in the sunlight but she had learned long ago to loathe the sight of it
The madly giggling man had a face like a white harlequin mask and wore a brightly coloured patchwork costume with a large, drooping cap and bells upon his head that jingled loudly as he walked or, rat
The helpful kelpies of old Cumnock town are laying all of their little tools down. The kelpie union has called a strike to change things that the kelpies do not like.
