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Hey Coffin Hoppers:
I’ve picked a number between 1 and 1,000.
Whoever guesses correctly or gets closest gets their name used as one of the characters in my next book. Only one guess per commenter, to be fair. I’ll announce the winner November 1st.
Hop hearty. Lift a few lids. Visit all the sites. Aspen
A barren, snow-swept landscape filled the horizon, cold beyond anything humans could endure. Ice, frozen in millennium layers a mile thick, stood between the land and the sky. And yet, almost invisible to the naked eye, a thin steamy sliver arose from this hellish landscape. It wavered in the frozen atmosphere, almost solidifying in the cold, cold air.
Persisting, the sliver eased itself up through the ice-core bore-hole scientists drilled with cold-iron just the other week. The deep bore hole shattered sigils, connecting to a long-ago created fissure; the one this being maintained in the hopes that someday, someway, it would find escape.
That lucky day, today, birthed the entrapped being back into a world no longer spelled against its kind; no longer educated with myths or set with charms to dispel; no longer training heroes to battle a menace intent on domineering a selection of victims to quell its own hunger and amusement.
It tasted the air, reveling in the faint pollution hinting of food close by, as it struggled to ease itself free of its prison. It swayed, this way, wiggled that way, pulling itself free from the hole—that man-made escape hatch from a mage-designed prison.
It wriggled that last tiny iota, delightfully shivering as the last vestiges of its appendages solidified around it.
“Free!” it sang its exaltation to the empty skies.
It turned back to the escape route, a nimbus of willpower surrounding its form. The borehole melted, collapsed.
It wanted no competition.