” I put my plan into action. “But not for long.” I slowly slithered down, wrapping myself around the Genie, who babbled on about the Boy taking ... few too many hits courtesy of myself as I thought about the next one I would deliver. “Slave! I make my third wish!” By now the Boy looked on, believing me to have fallen for his little trick. “I wish, for my first two wishes to be permanent, that no-one, no power can take from me!” The look of utter despair that etched the Boy’s face was one I would. The heaviness was gone out of the trigger, and I commented that it felt better than new. Ken was pleased that I liked his work.We finally fronted up to some paper targets. When it was my turn, I pulled the weapon and fired two shots. I flicked on the back-light and was satisfied there was only one obvious hole, and it was roughly, where it should be.I then placed my next thirteen shots. We had a game where dad made me shoot the outer ring. I had to place the twelve numbers of a clock, and the. It wasn’t like Shana to go so long without calling. He stayed up late, nursing a drink. When Shana still hadn’t returned by midnight, he decided he might as well go to bed. He was awakened in the night by the sound of movement. He turned on the bedside lamp. Shana was there, changing into her nightgown. She looked haggard. ‘Shana!’ Cromwell cried. ‘At last. Where have you been?’ His wife looked at him wanly. ‘Honey, I’m really tired.’ She clambered into bed beside him and closed her eyes. She. Anything, actually. Just the vaguest impressions. Instincts coloured with flashes of what you know used to be memories.You open your eyes, and shake your head. In front of you, so large it fills your vision no matter where you look, is a vast wall of text. As you shake, the text moves with your head, maintaining its annoyingly central position. At the top, only visible by rolling your eyes, is the titleShards of Arkusin large, white lettering. Below it, in slightly smaller writing, is the.