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"I'm going to slip! Help!"
Armed men were boiling out of the house, using ladders to climb onto the roof. The windows blazed with light, the lord awake and no doubt seething.
"Wow," Morgana said. "That potion is strong."
She'd spoken louder than I would have liked, dozens of eyes turning towards us. I let out a long, long breath.
"Fuck."
- COMMENTS
DreaMajor18 days ago“But the thought stayed with me; like the sweeping shadows of great wings overhead.” Yes!
More good things to say…
But you do need an editor.
Anonymousabout 2 months ago“Potion seller, I require your strongest potion”
“My potions are too strong for you!”
This is a great story that I hope gets expanded upon. Easily five stars
Trc20032 months agoBeautiful!!
Good plot and enticing writing!!!
Pls...really please .... do follow up!
lAnatomiste2 months ago_Very_ nice.
Might be time to consider travel options. I first thought that Mr.Oily was a thief, but now? Is he a kidnapper, an assassin, or ... ?
5-stars.
