The Origin of Gorg
There was nothing more to be done for them. Gorg turned his back on the stone lumps that once were his kin, and walked heavily (for a living-stone troll can only walk heavily) from the valley that was his home. Somewhere out there was a wizard who must pay. And somewhere beyond that wizard was the man who had bought him. Two thoughts were enough for a troll mind, enough to set Gorg Trollheim on a quest that must end in the destruction of Duke Bale the Artichoke-Hearted—or in the conversion of Gorg to granite.
©Rebecca M. Douglass, 2015
Aww, Gorg <3 And just where did you see that rock formation? Is that nests for the birds? Swallow types?
ReplyDeleteThe photo is from Badlands National Park in South Dakota. Yes, those are swallow nests (of some sort). Oddly, no one else in the family noticed the face until they saw my photo.
DeleteSo now I have the opening for Gorg's book...
Oo, very nice!
ReplyDeleteThanks! Gorg stumbled into a story last year, and I totally love him :)
DeleteGreat face, I love how people come across things like this
ReplyDeleteSince Gorg entered my life, I actively look for things like this (which predates him). But this is far the best face I've ever seen, with the birds giving the eyes life!
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