Viciously Violent Verbosity As alliteration assembles arcane arcs, the entire market trembles. The glottal hags are fighting AGAIN.
Footsteps Out Of Place Once you made that fifth turn and could see the exit it would all go back to normal.
Like Finally Finding Shoes That Fit 2 Joy bubbled in Sam's throat and rattled against her diaphragm as she eased the shirt on - making sure nothing touched the sigils on her arm.
Like Finally Finding Shoes That Fit 'Come on, Sam. You can do this.' Her heart pounded as she stared down at the illusion patches. Funny. The sigils painted on waxed paper looked kinda like temporary tattoos.
Buying Shares In Our Future "Dear friend, you have me all wrong! I’m not selling paltry investments! No, I’m selling shares in FUTURES!”
An Ounce Of Doubt And Reciprocity Sam set the money down. A crooked smile curving her lips. “I *knew* you were under-charging me last time. First hit is cheap, eh?”
The "Free Hugs" Pipe The sign was dingy. Scribbled on cardboard, jammed onto some long-abandoned nail, reading “FREE HUGS!” with an arrow pointing to the big drainage pipe.
In The Jaws Of Hate, For Love Dawn touches the horizon as we gather. We’re all dressed for a riot - masks, helmets, warding amulets - yet the silence echoes. It will remain until the guard arrives to stamp it out.
The Heady Scent Of Clarity A demure sign promising magic. An impulsive diversion from her journey home. Now Sam has to decide what she truly wants.
Etched Into Your Soul Even starting the process to adopt a changeling can bring unexpected surprises...