Literature
SS Contest Entry: Intruder in the Garden
Seliky could almost feel ice working freezing daggers into her pale skin. The voice drifting through the glorious, perfect garden was in sharp contrast to the vibrant colors of the flowers, the verdant green of thick grass, and the warm brown of soil and tree trunks. It was warm and friendly in tone, but at the same moment it was frosted over with a kind of hideously cold, cynical, and somehow serpentine quality of loathing. She recognized the voice, but this time the feel of it was different, no longer hidden behind an ice-rimed veil of cryptic helpfulness.
"Greetings, children. It is I, the first, the greatest, and the best Magician . . .