Writing :: The magic will kill you every time

[The Tower’s marble floors and gilded ceilings] reek of “I have so much money that I have nothing better to do with it than melt it down and spread it across my ceiling so that, as you go to sleep, you can contemplate just how much more money I have than you do. And, while I know you are contemplating ways to capture my lovely gilded home and fabulous wealth, I’d like to also draw your attention to the very large and open windows in this room. Isn’t the Magic Man-Eating Forest lovely this time of year?”

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Categories: Prose, NaNoWriMo 2006