The pathway to the priestess’s tower was almost as lush as the flanking gardens. No one’s feet had disturbed it for quite some time. Vines and creepers spilled tiny blossoms before Umi's boots. When was the last time anyone had gone in, or out?
There are spiders all over my house lately: the little jumpy ones, who alternate between "cute" and "awful," and the huge juicy ones with the musculature Hercules who are always Lawful Awful. In case they kill me in my sleep, here are seven uncanny microprompts to remember me by.
Eric paced a tight circle in the hallway. The mirror was bright in the dark. “I haven’t heard anything from James.”