Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Gandalf shakes the Fountain dregs with glee.

I could kill her. Their farewells had been said in the great hall by the fire, and they were only waiting now for Gandalf, who had not yet come out of the house. Does he know you're married already? And who can wonder if it be so, mother? The observed from all the observers, quite, quite down. She boxed the Queen's ears. The dice rattle in his hand as he shakes it. So the knight clanked forth in the last rays of the setting sun, and bathed in the Fountain of Fair Fortune, astonished that he was the chosen one of hundreds and giddy with his incredible luck. Magic-carpet rides, rune magic, Ali Baba and visions of the Holy Mother, astral travel and the future in the dregs of a glass of red wine. The screams from the terrified woman made Robert chortle with glee.

This actually makes a little sense.

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