Orange souls, no rainbows or wasps, spokes connecting the earth to the sky. Welcome to the Sphere.
“You’re a farmer’s son right?”
“Well yes, you know that…”
“Oh shit, oh shit. Bugger!”
“You’re coming off on a sodding quest with me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve a good mind to take you home now for all… Listen if we see a magic sword, we don’t touch it.”
Janol just stared at Onnil, what was she talking about? Magic swords!
“Oh no,” she was almost crying. “I’ve become a cliché.”
Oh and why are the years named after coffee brands and what exactly is a Zippy?
Cover by Bradley Wind.