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Show PROLOGUE Daemon stood before his mirror and adjusted his hat. "BahJ This thing never looks right!" Snatching it off of his head, he crushed it between his hands and hit it against the stone wall. It popped back into shape with a snap, the pointed tip quivering, "That's better," he muttered, jamming it back on his head. He smoothed his black robe over his fat belly, and stepped back to admire himself. A grin spread across his face. "Not bad looking for a sorcerer," he chuckled. Suddenly the mirror began to shimmer, and his reflection dissolved in flames. As Daemon watched in horror, a face appeared. The face of a beautiful young woman. She was smiling. |
