A sneak peek at the next thrilling Lore of the Underlings episode,
which I’m writing as we speak (Episode 4 ~ Preview 11)
At that moment time came to a crossroads it seemed. As if at a fork in the void. Awaiting. What could have been years or a second or two…
And there without warning, omen, or clue, but for a stirring of air in the room, the wizard’s hand cast upon Morio’s wall transformed from its hollow and bitter vein blue to warm, sweet, summer, butter yellow — soft and pure as a pixie’s whisper promising gold to come. Though those riches came at the cost of magic, which fled the advancing sun.
The cowardly moon turned tail and ran too.
Now all was bathed in a whole new light revealing much before concealed. A naked truth not so poetic, but plainly worth a look.
… to be continued. Stay tuned!