‘We need the information,’ urged Chalk.
‘Okay, okay,’ Valance said as he took the gnarled staff with a nervous smile.
‘I call upon my great-great-great-grandmother Oessid of Torxmaroos,’ the cleric said. 201 more words
Jutting out into Green Shallows Lake is an abutment of grey stone capped with an improbable 320 foot tall spire of yellow stone – the Lodestar of Amaranthine Regrets. 484 more words