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The Genie and the Grim Trap
By L. L. Thomsen
“Why are you doing this to me?” The tone was that of a confused,
hurt young man rather than the Elvern High-King-to-be.
I cast my eyes to where my prisoner, Ang’Liamnar - Liam -
crouched before me – unable to move unless I commanded, forced by
the laws I’d built into the Grim Trap disguised as a golden lamp,
bedecked with opal and sapphire. His wide, slanted eyes were dark in
his pale chiselled face of alien perfection as he beseeched me. He
would have held me spell-bound but for the fact that I’d also
pacified and bound his 7th Tier Spell-Weaving powers to the lamp
and thus to service only me.