1st Feb 2014, 4:29 AM in The Corby Tribe

Fading from Grey

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Fading from Grey
"Foul fiend," said Guðrún, stifling a giggle. "You will come with us to assist in a Salamander Spell".
"And if I refuse?" asked the demon, a stickler for proper procedure. It dribbled yellow goo out of its mouth with every word.
"We will return you to your egg!" yelled Guðrún, pointing at the flaming bundle of twigs. Although the flame burned very slowly, the twigs were now largely blackened, and appeared to be at snapping-point.

"Hah!" spat the demon.

"For goodness' sake!" said Atra, shaking her long, silver-streaked brown hair impatiently. "We don't have time for this. Do you want to find out how it feels to have your mucus washed off, newt?"
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Reinder Dijkhuis 1st Feb 2014, 4:29 AM edit delete
Reinder Dijkhuis
Originally published on February 21, 2002.