The Gods of My Understanding by Danny O’Connor
2:25 PM | Author: Glen Binger
The Gods of My Understanding by Danny O’Connor
Quazar imagined himself standing on the outermost tip of the promontory of Radnok freed from the bindings of sterility cast by the Aboo.
“In the name of Magus Zul…”
The air cracked like a whip. He now had their attention.
“Cast out the devils that inhabit my perverse little soul…”

Danny O’Connor has just joined 'The Word Factory', a group of diverse writers working out the Tramway Theatre in Glasgow. 'Wordsmith' is too grand a title so Danny contents himself with being a worker in wood. PS He still loves Maureen, has done for over 30 years.
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On 3/26/09, 9:33 PM , Anonymous said...

great really enjoyed will talk soon caroline