Just a quick peek:
Misi lay down on the bed, tucking his four legs beneath him, and sent his inborn skill into the hermetauxite. Oh, so delicious! No, no, can’t eat, must concentrate. He wove in and out of the metal’s webby spirit substance--smelter’s mark, forger’s mark--when he came to the caster’s mark, he paused. Here would be the purpose of
(
Read more... )