Some Things are so Natural they are Effortless

Puck was lying down on a picnic rug at the base of a broad tree with Marley in his arms. Some things are so natural they are effortless ... and loving is one of them.

Sliding back into familiarity was simple for them both, especially as each had held the other's secret and quietly yearned for that same company. It seemed that the past had melted away in this moment and that Marley and Puck had both re-found themselves.

He leant back placing one arm behind his head and said, "The universal salve is salvation".

She crinkled her brow and laughed, completely ignoring any depth this comment might have.

Marley loved the way Puck contemplated things philosophically, but rarely understood what he was on about. She trusted in his thinking all the same.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

You could quite easily find his Window

The hues there were different to earth colors, and in strong contrast to the mainstream spiritual worlds he had known before. Most scenes were contrived with themes and it was like being in a dream that was more fanciful than even dreams could be.

But what was more fun again was finding the windows - and everybody had one.

By following the Avatar you could quite easily find his window once you started to look for it - and there you could see through to the character who was actually driving him - which gave a whole new meaning to the 'graphical interface operating systems' and the Microsoft word termed 'Windows'.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Catching a ride on a Dragon

"Come, I want to show you."

Brogan had also discovered a very fast way to scene change, going huge distances within the blink of an eye.

All he had to do was to make contact by touching a character (who could not see him) and 'ride' behind going through the levels and terrain that the avatar was passing through.

He could jump from one to another until they went offline and disappeared, or else dismount when he decided to leave to explore the place he had been taken to.

Best of all he could catch a ride on a dragon, tank or even a cloak, and the visuals were absolutely amazing as they sped through the colorful landscape.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

The Guardianship must go on

Deep down he also could recall what the Azlan had shown him of the vision for Mankind, and it was noble, he reflected.

"They waste too much time,” the Gryphon observed shaking his head.

"They do" nodded Puck.

"Yet they give time to much also."

"They do" consented Puck.

"All the World revolves around these brothers... the Guardianship must go on."
"Indeed" he solemnly agreed.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

The Thoughts of Men are Powerful

"The thoughts of men are powerful", the Gryphon prophesied, "and yet there is little thought given to this most powerful of truths".

Puck bethought that the word "powerful" should not be used twice in a sentence. He did not like repetition.

The Gryphon spoke emphatically, shaking his head and repeated out loud very knowingly, "they are powerful".

Puck was undecided of this - so far the thoughts of men had not seemed to amount to much: a concordance of vanity, bloodlust and piff.

The presence of the Gryphon had rubbed off on him and he quickly corrected himself by committing his own harshness to an inner apology.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

He did not approve of Puck

Puck was chewing on a caramel and a piece got stuck in his teeth. A Gryphon was sitting pensively beside him - his wings glistened at the edges and his spiky whiskers protruded from a wise, elongated chin that was gnawing on a caramel also. Puck had brought him a bag full. Both were enraptured by melancholy.

The Gryphon's counsel had always been sober and dependable, yet with that he cautioned and dismissed far more than he encouraged. He did not approve of Puck, and the ways he would take to get somewhere.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

There were Sylphs Everywhere

The flickering of the light and shadow in the glade had made Nervina slightly dozy and this head massage was incredibly relaxing.

"Nervina!" This time he felt a jabbing sensation sharp beneath his foot - Brogan had just poked him with a wand he had found abandoned on the walk.

Nervina shook himself and looked up at his friend and then around for the Sylphs who had since evaporated from sight. He soon saw that he had been lying in a filthy ditch, and there were leeches crawling all over him. Brogan started to pick a clot from his hair; the black slugs were holding onto his skin, plump, dark and persistent.

This was nothing like the experience he had been immersed in moments earlier.

"Bro" he said, beginning to explain ... "there were Sylphs everywhere, and they were ... tantalising."

"Girls?" Brogan laughed - "You?" he laughed again.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series