The Who’s, Which’s and Where’s of Flight, Book One of the Outer Flower
The scepter was held by a dying hand.
William walked to the edge of the overhanging rock and surveyed the horizon.
“It should have never come to this. All blood and gore and malice.”
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How to Treat a Muse, Partly by Lawrence Miles Lose the muse in a pile of dirty laundry Walk the earth…
The King’s corpse lay in the open until nightfall when it was gathered with the rest.
“I loved Ray Welk from the time I was eight years old. When the love bug bit, I felt the sting to the tip of my toes. He didn’t feel anything, he was too busy.
The fabled forest was not large, verdant, or even mysterious. It looked like the type of spot where one might piss.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’ve seen enough of human nature.”
“I’m to marry. Life is a tiresome affair.”