Sills pursed her lips in defiance. “This is insane.”

Bug’s mouth dropped open. “You’re who, to do what?”

The group journeyed to the awaiting transports without incident. The moon had risen high into the sky, providing enough light to see, and Will noted the transports into which they were being ushered looked identical to the ones in which they’d been held as prisoners.

Today’s blog continues my long-neglected satirical fantasy, In The Land of the Penny Gnomes

Today’s blog continues my long-neglected satirical fantasy, In The Land of the Penny Gnomes Bug cocked his head, “I’m sorry, you’re from the whatnow?” The lawyer smacked his palm against his forehead. “That’s right! You have no idea, do you?” A tendril of steam floated in front of the stranger’s face. “No idea about *what?”…

Today’s blog continues my long-neglected satirical fantasy, In The Land of the Penny Gnomes The transports took several hours to navigate down from the mountains around Boarsblemish. It was a miserable and bumpy ride, made all the worse by the uncertainty of what would happen to them when they arrived. “This isn’t good,” croaked Sills….