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Last night, I watched The Illusionist for the first time and enjoyed it greatly. It made me think about The Prestige, and how both movies only reveal the truth of the events at the end.
It made me realize that Memories of Sorcery and Sand are similar in that regard. The book isn't about magic tricks (magic is very real in MoSS), but it is about slowly unveiling the events only to show the truth at the very end.
So if you liked this aspect of those movies, MoSS might be for you. If you didn't, you might not enjoy it.

Coming April 12. Preorders here: books2read.com/MoSS

Oh, wow. There's a 130 episodes of HE-MAN AND THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE, and they are 23 minutes each.

50 hours of He-Man!

And I don't remember a single episode.

With how much I'm into the 80s #SwordAndSorcery aesthetic these days, I'm kind of inclined to rewatch the whole thing.

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@VisualInspiration

Clydhan Mothmonnick, master-thief and Vice Secretary of the Order of Snapgrab, woke up in a glade and found himself transformed into a giant bug. Luckily, his beloved, Belana from the Isles, was beside him, still in her normal shape.
“What the Warthog happened?“ he mumbled.
“You don’t remember? We were trying to rob Uglearena, the fat witch of Blorrington. Trying to steal her magical snuffbox, to be precise.“
„Oh, right…“
Now, his memories came back. The witch had reacted quite indignantly to the two thieves’ approach and cast a spell towards them. She obviously had intended to turn Clydhan into a small insect and then swat him, but his aunt’s amulet had changed the magic and turned him into a giant manifestation of that species.
“You shouldn’t have spiked her with your feelers,“ Belana said. “She might have reconverted you.“
“She’d rather turned you into a dew worm“, he replied.
“But at least we have the snuffbox and can sell it to the Elven King. He’ll take his share for countermagic, as I know him, but there should be something left for us… hey, what’s that?“
She pointed at the sky.
“Grimlandish bat-riders. Count Arshmallow doesn’t seem to be the forgiving type either“
“That old mug-head! And now?“
“Jump on my back and I’ll try to outrun them. They can’t follow us into the deep forest.“
She took her crossbow and mounted him.
“Let’s see if I can take down one or two of them. Giddy-up, darling!“
“Love you, honeybunny!“
With a cry of excitement, he started running.

#microfiction
#fantasy
#swordandsorcery