Where tenebrous things roam, with poisonous breath and ice cold thoughts: the creatures with which we seem to be forever locked in battle.
Guy, your voice is yours alone! Love it, love it -- and though I hate my need to consult dictionaries whenever I read your rarefied, exultant prose, I love your edifying prose. Just reading one page of Guy Martland makes me feel my IQ has been boosted. And then there's that sly wit and humor. Two words -"Cover blown" - and a careful setup topples on the cat. It made me laugh out loud. More please - perhaps the Slaves will wise up? or the cats will save them all, and the Slaves as always will be oblivious to the noble sacrifice....