His Head Rested on a Pillow of Downy Moss

Nervina was surrounded by a sweet, cool, beautiful green light.

His head rested on a pillow of downy moss and beneath him was a tangle of soft fern.

He had closed his eyes momentarily to ponder the conversation he had just overheard and opened them to find ten sylphs watching him as he lay there.

They were each very gentle beings and the sunlight played with their silvery hair and glanced off their satin white skin. Their ethereal robes exposed but small peeking breasts, illumined by the tender light without. Their young faces were genuine and caring. He could hear Brogan's voice calling him from afar but was so transfixed by his attendants that were smiling at him most favourably.

One was massaging his temple - her hands were smooth and fine, and cool to the touch - another had brought a silver tray of sweets. He no longer felt the desire to leave any time soon.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Two for One

"Two for one?" he said questioningly and then nodded with approval.

"Only for a limited time" the caped guy replied sardonically. 

"I understand,” replied the other, nodding his head.
"Why now?"

"Prison's running a bit short on workers - need to up the numbers fast ... they are just on the eighties, but we need then close to a hundred percent if we are gonna make the deadlines."

"Gotcha."
"You find 'em, I'll catch 'um."
They both laughed.
"Got the gear?"
"Waiting and ready for delivery."
"I'll message you as usual with their IDs."

And with that the two just vaporised out of the area. In this world, the minute someone exits the game they immediately disappear.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

The Bloke in a Purple Cape holding a Wand

Nervina could hear low whispers - the kind that was all a growl and a mutter – voices that were contaminated with conspiracy.

It was coming from two men who he had almost tripped over when making his way to the rise. As usual, they could not see him.

He decided that they looked as though they were up to something - a little more than the bang and blasting that was going down everywhere else on the terrain. Nervina sat down in the covered ditch to join them and listen in.

"Two for one" said the bloke in a purple cape holding a wand. He was dressed as a 'Land Lord’, which showed some authority in Phoenix, although his voice seemed coarse by comparison to his decorated self.

The other fellow was more plainly attired in army greens, and in his 'aura' shone many rewards that he had gained. He seemed younger than the first man, but his voice was quite frail.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

His Prime Method of Keeping Track of People

Not all hopes are harmful or cumbersome to take on - in fact most contribute to build up a soul - but some create itches, pin-pricks and aches - just depending on the weight and the message that they bear.

However, in the case of Puck it was his prime method of keeping track of people. He could usually sense their whereabouts and how they were travelling, from his own small note he had placed on them.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Overwhelmed by his Hope-notes

One time Puck had wandered into a Baptist ceremony in a small outback chapel. He had been keeping an eye on a poor soul there who was so overwhelmed by his hope-notes that he had the look of a would-be suicide written all over him as well.

But then, with the flash of brilliant consciousness he decided there and then to give himself up to God - and curiously, they dropped right off him, all shedding to the floor. He walked out of that Chapel feeling truly born again with his burdens now gone.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Mortals & Immortals Pin Hopes on People

Puck had pinned many hopes on Brogan from the first. Folk might think that is only an expression, but to the Fey it is a truth that they can see quite visibly.

Mortals and Immortals pin hopes on people everywhere, and some are so cluttered with them, they can look like they are wearing coats. They can even be read.

There are those that are more promissory karmic exchanges, but in the main, they are sentiments from mother to son, friend to friend, or from the public to the famed (and their burden is heavy).

These small spiritual post-it-notes travel all about them: with messages of expectation, desire, wish, want and vision for betterment.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

She Awoke with a Choking Sensation

Marley desperately needed to talk with someone, but
she didn't know whom to turn to.

It was only after she had returned back from the Island that it had dawned on her how unsavoury that time with 'the creature' had been. She would catch herself repeatedly thinking of him.

She soon developed nightmares where he would appear in the dark around midnight, pressing down upon her until she awoke with a choking sensation that left no breath to call out with.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series