I viewed the portal with some suspicion. I was familiar with Faery in a vague sense from Ada's tales of her extended visits there but I'd never actually been. Faery has a disturbing effect on demons – it reveals their true natures. Can you blame us for not wanting that?* Besides, the Fae don't like us and attempt to slaughter demons wholesale. Angels, too, if any angels believed in Faery.
It was clear that someone was going to have to go into Faery and retrieve this rotten scoundrel Thorburn. Someone expendable, preferably. Someone who wouldn't be missed if they were suddenly removed from existence and never came back.
Someone like Harold.
I turned to Winston. "Pack up the portal, old chap," I said. "We're off to see the wizard."
*Exactly! I'd be revealed for the fluffy, fun-loving bundle of amiability and altruism I am!
Happy Birthday, Lucy Waterman! One year old today.
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Happy birthday, Lucy!
Poor Harold. If only he were occupied with something like, say, a birthday party. ;)
Exactly (although this is still technically July 18th, story wise)
You fluffy and amiable? Uh......
Indeed! You know me...
Blimey! And i thought I wrote a weird blog... bookmarked!
hey Mutley. Haven't seen you since Stinking Billy's blog closed.
To be fair, this is party umpty-numpty of an umpty-numpty-frumpty part story.
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