YoanRoturier
*cautiously and ever so slowly, he offers yet another golden ticket, then, like an antagonist in a supernatural serial killer horror movie he retreats to his hovel, which is constructed of the greatest incomplete book series that has ever failed to finish. He dry-washes his hands manically as he rocks back and forth on a copy of “The Eye of the World” and repeatedly mutters, “Soon...soon..." His hands fuss with his clothing: a finely woven work of itself, it draws the eye and stimulates the escapism, but none can ignore the loose threads swaying in the breeze, clear for all to see that it has not been completed by its weaver...but that is not a shock to any familiar with Hungry Necromancer-woven attire.* Soon...sooon...sooooooon........ .