The Lore of Hedge Wizard Nicolas of The Quantum Downs

Voodoo is the hissing of the rose, the petals and the climbing and the thorns of snakebite. Words that everybody knows are full of meaning. Sound the joyful horns processing in the raindrop-shimmered streets and praise the spirits watching from up high, down low. The sacred dwells in those we meet for years or moments. Gods live in the sky, the ditches, citadels, dungeons and towers and in my hands. I pull the puppet strings and throw my curses. But always the power abides in those who ride me. Little things to those who pass without even a glance, enormous might—just stop and take the chance.

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