Snippet #2060169

Kul could hear the shouting, the flair up of magic, the panicked whispering of people wondering what was happening, but it was not his concern at the moment. No, at the moment, he was in a deep and serious predicament, a new Stephen King book about a small town that gets captured under a dome? Or the new Song of Ice and Fire book: Dances with Dragons? Such a hard decision. He had original intended to buy a romance book, but those two books just called to him. Of course, he could buy them both, but buying one would draw his passion away from the other, no, it would be best to buy one, but which?

The ancient lich tapped his finger against his chin, the illusion of his 'human' form making the appropriate smack of flesh on flesh. Krell stood feet away staring ahead with lack of care for anything or anyone. "Hm.." Kul said to give voice to the battle raging in his mind. Finally, his hand closed upon the Dances with Dragons, the ancient lich had to know what happened to Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister, even an immortal grew impatient with waiting, and for the more modern pieces, he considered it to be a wonderful story.

"Come Krell... Let us find a nice spot to read." He said as he walked out his cane making a loud tap with every step. What more could a ancient lich need then a wonderful book with the sounds of chaos filling the air?