23
The Lord Magus
The golden glow faded as soon as the door shut until it lit the room about as well as a series of oil lamps on the walls would have.
The smell of honey lingered, though. There was that, at least.
The room was probably thirty feet across and perfectly round. The wall was stone, the ceiling rising in a high dome that contained, at its peak directly above the statue, clear crystal through which he could see…red sky and pink clouds.
It made a stark contrast with the golden light within the room.
The smell of honey lessened, fading slowly away and leaving the air smelling stale, dusty. But the room was spotless, as though a platoon of maids had just come through and dusted the place in preparation for their arrival.
Julian blinked, some of that feeling of well being
