Wylderwood Book 1 (rebroadcast)
Stories Podcast: A Bedtime Show for Kids of All Ages
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The Warlock's Supplanting
A roll of thunder, a hiss of rain and the scent of spring started to glow a gentle green. It peeled away the shadows and coated them in a bed of moss. Their skin deepened and turned to tree bark, thick and gnarled. Shalsani alone was free to speak, the shadows dripping up her legs and chest like a candle burning in reverse. I've traced the roots of time and seen their seeds come to fruition. We won't die today,. She still held her staff, and though the darkness was flowing now over her elbow, her hand was still free. Her staff took root and sprouted a single branch. No! The Warlock bellowed, tentacles
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