Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 1 P2When Gnarl woke, he wasn't entirely surprised to find himself staring up at a three-horned helm that hadn't been in this world in close to twenty years. The glowing white eyes that were all the helm let him see of its owner only proved that his memory was correct.
Well, that's going to put a crimp or two in Master Thorn's style. "Apologies, Lord. I'm not as young as I once was, and after so many years, we'd thought you must be dead, with all the wraiths after you." Gnarl climbed to his feet. He knew he was rambling, but for some reason he couldn't stop the words tumbling from his mouth. "Pity, really, I rather like the boy, but there it is. I can only serve the most senior candidate as it were. I do regret that I never could serve you properly before."
The Minion Master swallowed. "Master?" He couldn't be mistaken. This could not be anyone but Master Doniel, miraculously returned from the Infernal Abyss.
"I know." A little amusement crept into the Master's voice.