The child too was sleeping , dreaming of happier days
Remembering his mother, the witch, and the happy games they’d play.
His father looking on with love sparkling in his eyes… 218 more words
The witches fly past me with malevolent speed, screaming profanities as they sweep over dark dark hills of swamp and rock and steel. The train is leaving and we speed away in to the city center, travelling almost vertical, down to a subterranium auditorium. 447 more words