A pale, spidery hand turned the dusty, stained pages of an old and decrepit
volume. Stopping at page 1289, cold, blood red eyes passed over a title in
bold lettering:
The Art Of Image Magic
A cruel smile appeared on the thin lips of the creature as a pale finger glided quickly under the faded text beneath.
'Easy,' he thought, 'Too easy.'
The Art Of Image Magic
A cruel smile appeared on the thin lips of the creature as a pale finger glided quickly under the faded text beneath.
'Easy,' he thought, 'Too easy.'