a hostile midnight, Keinigan found that his problem had compounded as
a noise broke into the erotic peace of his dreams. A loud, repetitive
noise. His mind tried to push against it and stay asleep. Dreams were
much nicer than the real world.
He squeezed his eyes tighter shut.
cannon? A battering ram?
he was being relentlessly plucked out of his pleasant land of soft,
richly scented pillows and lovely faerlin beauties caressing him in
“What the hell?” he shouted as his reluctant eyes peeled open. There was no war raging or ballista firing. The noise was coming from his inn door. The groaning frame shook and splintered.
his attention finally focused, the door flew apart to reveal a huge,
pale green-skinned ogre standing…
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