Dragon Peak’s greatest treasure lay beyond the final door. Taryn the Illiterate’s year-long quest was nearing an end.
Taking the emerald ring he had liberated from Mage Ragnoff’s tomb, he placed it into a notch in the gate. Rumbling underfoot preceded the portal’s opening.
As the door swung inward, the shade of Ragnoff materialised. Chanting the Incantation of Protection, Taryn safely passed into the chamber beyond. His mouth gaped as he looked around.
The walls were lined with multitudes of shelves, each crammed with scrolls and tomes.
‘A library?’ Taryn asked.
‘Unlimited knowledge,’ the spirit said. ‘Dragon Peak’s greatest treasure.’
Last Rites
‘May the Lord save you, my son.’
Donaldson looked up at the priest.
‘Father, you don’t need to give me the last rites.’
‘Your sins must be forgiven.’
The cell was larger than most that Donaldson had seen. One of the benefits of being on Death Row was the extra square footage.
Two prison guards arrived. Donaldson spoke.
‘It’s time.’
They shuffled to the cell door.
‘I’ll pray for you,’ the priest said.
Donaldson sighed, resigning himself to the coming horror.
‘It’s not me that’s needs it,’ Governor Donaldson said as the guards led the priest to the execution chamber.
The Day I Met God
The day I met God, They were sitting on a bench by the bus stop. A hundred questions filled my mind. I wanted to ask about all the injustice in the world, about the nature of Heaven.
The first question out of my mouth was, ‘Is the number 47 due?’
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