The Illustrated Man Novels & Stories

The guards all bowed as he walked " Get the stuffs in the car " he ordered and they all rushed toward the car Alyssa followed him silently ******* " Luther, you are finally back " A man who look like he's in his early forties said with a smile " Yeah,,with his mate " Another woman who is likely to be his wife said and Luther faced them " Yeah,,am back. I found her ' He said " I fucking smell human in this house!! " A voice of a girl who should be between 17 or 18 years said out loudly walking into the same room they are in

He indicated to Ron, who had anticipated his request and set before him an identical green bottle. The man removed a long brown envelope from inside his coat and slid it on the table towards me. I caught it, just before it could get away. As I brought out a 12 by 14 black and white picture of a man from the envelope, I became mesmerized. The man in the picture could have been mistaken for a model by all and any standards. His black hair framed an oval face and a square jaw, while his eyes were grey, hooded and smoldering.

' The two kept walking until eventually the man stopped. "We're here." Cytus noticed something was off with the trees. His time in R'lyeh had given him a talent for spotting illusion magic. 'Must be his allies.' The man flicked his wrist towards the air in front of him, creating a strong gust. The trees in front of him faded and revealed two people standing in a small clearing. One of them was a muscular man with a short black beard and short black hair. He was wearing a purple robe and had bright purple irises. He was 6'1" tall.

There were three Oskian-style portraits hanging on the wall above the altar. The portrait in the center was of a middle-aged man in a green shirt. Although the man was thin, he had a robust spirit. He was standing on a boulder on a hilltop with his hands behind his back. His long beard fluttered in the wind with the hem of his clothes. He was looking up at the sky with an expression that was full of pride and ambition. The portrait on the left side was of a child who looked about seven to eight years old, sitting with his legs crossed at a stone table as he read a book on the top of the mountain. The portrait on the right side was a portrait of an old man sitting upright.