Double, double, toil and trouble... No. Too dramatic.

Klaatu barata... Nah. Overused.

Abraca... Oh, screw it.

The truth is, it's all a matter of will anyway. No magic words or arcane gestures or special incantations. Any worlds that claim such things are required are handicapping themselves.

Melkor sits at the desk in his room, the ( Read more... )

This was the part of the deal that he hadn't thought completely through. It was a tragic weakness in him; always had been.

Underestimating his siblings.

Melkor sat in the chair by his desk, looking down at the crystal Námo had gifted him when he felt it.

"Hello, brother."

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Melkor has been sitting in the chair by the desk in his room for two days without food or rest. Not that he requires these things, of course. Which goes some way to explaining why he hasn't noticed the time ( Read more... )