“ By that thinking, surely she was not bad Luck, but Good, undefined. ”
The thing stank of unnamed yearnings, unfulfilled wishes, and a hunger so deep it make her feel hollow inside.
~ J.d. Lakey
Magic was merely the unknown, a wild thing undefined by logic or reason. By that thinking, surely she was not Bad Luck, but Good, undefined.
Magic was merely the unknown, a wild thing undefined by logic or reason.
