“Kalan, child of Frelnir, Getr, and Enoin, do you understand why you have been brought before the assembly today?” Elder Richin, a tall, bald-headed man asked as he look down at me from where he perched, like a scrawny vulture, in the stands. 2,463 more words
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I’ve been magic making since I was a little girl.
When I was seven, I became determined to write a ‘novel’. I pleaded with my teacher to find me a scrapbook to use, and then set about writing, illustrating and writing some more during break and lunchtime. 1,092 more words