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ings, they had enemies that crawled around every corner with grudges that spanned eons. If he tried

ince turned a lovely shade of burgundy, and said, "You, lowly mortal, daughter of clay, da

in doubt, hit things. It worked with spiders, worms, and cockroac

ht. "You are quite lovely, Marlene Croft. So lovely and so powerful that

ed about themselv

e," I de

rn locks and emerald eyes, you w

ht, a slim built, and onyx eyes like arrows ready to penetrate your very soul

reciate compliments when the guy in question tried to use enchantments to control us before the sweet tal

y trying to escape my broom attacks a few seconds ago, started to shield him. They were all around him, chanting some foreign song that...

ome join me, sweet mortal, in the land of the folk. On goblin fruit, we shall dine

like dew in the morning on pretty leaves, or perhap

charm. They must have united their powers. Yet it mattered not, I st

ometimes, I enjoyed this cursed power, just for the look of