Monday, January 28, 2008

Morning Insults

Harold scratched at the scabby patch on his cheek. “What was that again?” he asked

“A minor hex,” said Julie, her hair still waving in the ethereal breeze from the Dead Lands. “It’ll wear off in an hour or so.”

“An hour?” Harold looked in the mirror. “I’ve got to meet a client before then. Haven’t you got a counter?”

“Be grateful it’s just a practice spell,” said Julie, her eyes still closed. “If I was really trying to disable you you’d be just a big bag of pus now.”

Jasfoup snorted. “That’d be an improvement if you asked me.”

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