This tiny woman was a rakefire to Alice's space.
She wished the mortal would stop touching her. Her taloned hand was on her elbow, brushing Alice's fingers, bumping her hip. Smiling so widely. So warmly. So gently.
But she was not Dinah. She was not Dinah.
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Malice
FantasyThere once was a legend of a boy who wielded the Vorpal sword. "He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought- So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought." From out of the Tulgey Wood he came, an...
