I can hear a haunting harpsichord in the distance with a troll-teasing corpse playing guitar while another corpse moans out harmoniously "don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire" by the Rolling Stones. The blossoming unknown warm magic within Raisa may come to fruition but Hart's heart really went into the devastating landscape of riddled bodies and the almost humorous but entirely grim burrow of a hungry troll. Great roundups from Mr. Perry.
It reminded me an awful lot of C.L. Moore's Jirel of Joiry stories- and that's meant as a compliment.
Cool! Appreciate you reading this.
Very good. I enjoyed that very much.
Sweet! Thanks for reading and commenting. I enjoyed it too. ;-)
I can hear a haunting harpsichord in the distance with a troll-teasing corpse playing guitar while another corpse moans out harmoniously "don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire" by the Rolling Stones. The blossoming unknown warm magic within Raisa may come to fruition but Hart's heart really went into the devastating landscape of riddled bodies and the almost humorous but entirely grim burrow of a hungry troll. Great roundups from Mr. Perry.