Wednesday, October 11, 2006
"Blood-curdling..." -- Part 13
Haggis, therefore, slithered off in search of the Sorceress, eating rabbits and chipmunks and small strawberry-scented Elven vampires along the way, biting any humankind unfortunate enough to cross paths with her.
After a journey of many days, she at last arrived at the foreboding black stone fortress of the great and powerful Sorceress.
"Haggis One L'mar," said the Sorceress, surprised to see her nemesis of many centuries at her doorstep. "Hark! You have changed greatly, but I know that is you. I would know your black heart under any guise. What brings you here to my kingdom?"
"I wish your help, my lady," Haggis said in as conciliatory a tone as she could muster. "I must look like a woman again."
"You are purely ugly, 'tis true," agreed the Sorceress, she being a lady who did not lie.
"You always were direct, weren't you?" Haggis said with a scowl.
"I do not mollycoddle facts," the Sorceress retorted.
"How well I know. Can you help me, Devorah? Will you?"
*If you've never heard of Elven Vampires, see