I’m editing my friend Sarah’s novel right now–it’s a time-bending children’s fantasy. She has a Virgil-like creature in there called a midgi.
Today we had basketball practice with my brother Jason and he kept calling a play that sounded like “midgi.”
Blue flames are rare. And while some burn hot, others burn cold.
Mine burns hot. Hers burns cold.
The Oracle is concerned. This is unprecedented, so the future has not recorded it.
This could be good or this could be bad; with this type of energy there is no middle.