I draw back my sword and aim its razor sharp tip at the soft spot
between the ribs protecting Wyglif’s heart. He is wrong, of course. I
take no joy in this after life. I have been sent to this Hell to be
punished for my sins. “IF THIS BE HELL,” I shriek just before I plunge
the Sword with No Name into Wyglif, “LET US MAKE THE MOST OF IT!”
© 2000 John A. Gilmore
Read more by John A Gilmore
Aphelion Letter Column A place for your opinions.
Return to the Aphelion main page.