The wine dragon’s message
The magician looked up half-excited, half-horrified, the blue and yellow shadows dancing madly all around him, intoxicating fumes and smells whirling in his head. ‘Too late to regret it now’ he thought. A quick peak at what was rising out of the big ceremonial cup and he wanted to retreat inside his tall purple hat. But no, that was not an option. ‘I must do this’, he told himself.
‘Do what?’ asked an amused deep voice. Read the rest of this entry »
