“At least he seems to have gotten rid of some of the bugs,” spoke Fairy Ruby, anxious to get this over. Those red curtains…
“Is there any other way?” Axis looked at his nails, also nervous.
“No. It has to go through him. Prearranged condition.”
—–
“Marriage!?” Cigar smoking Philip Strevor was incredulous.
“It’s just a seasonal thing. It’s either get married or be buried.” Fairy Ruby leaned foward. “Please, Philip. You’ll be rewarded later on. I promise you. Anything you like. Just don’t let me be… killed again.”
She leans back and thinks of the consequences just exposed.
Sunklands 