Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #20 November 2015 | Page 45
stared at Illya. “I felt that… You’re real. You’re all
real!”
“Eh...” The redhead held out a hand and shook
it side to side. “Not quite.”
“Huh?”
“You’re dreaming,” Illya said kindly.
“That explains the ceiling,” the writer said
with a nod.
Bahar grinned again. She felt her heart skip a
beat at the sheer impact of those fangs.
“Could you not… smile?” The writer stuttered
and added, “It’s just…. Big fangs. Really big.”
Bahar chuckled deeply. She could’ve sworn
she felt the ground rumble. “As you like.”
The writer grasped for sanity. “So this is a
dream.”
“Yes,” Illya answered.
“But… why are all of you here?”
“We’d like to talk to you,” the redhead said.
“Avenel,” the writer said instantly, recognizing
the bard.
“In the flesh,” she said with a ݥ