PowerOfBabel

In the meantime, he attended to Belmok's needs. In the better moments, for instance, when he was putting fifty years of disarranged book...

Korm shook his head, staring at the fat old Morg, not daring to open his mouth yet. "I thought not." Belmok set his cup down an...

"Eh? What?" The old Morg leaned in. "Magic," Korm repeated, his voice flat and despairing. "Magic. Does it really...

They walked together for a few yards before the younger Morg could catch his breath and organize his thoughts. It was distracting, passing d...