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It was all very strange. At first everything went totally black and then he was surrounded by the blinding glare of golden sunlight. It was so hot that his best book of spells burst into flames and he saw his clove of garlic sprout and bloom. There was a terrible rushing in his ears and he watched as the flock of flying books disappeared into space. For a long time Qwyfyx fell, and as he did, all the memories of his adventures drifted past. One by one, they were swallowed up by a huge book.

There was a slamming sound as the volume closed and then it spiralled in a graceful arc towards the centre of the sun. The last Qwyfyx saw of it was a tiny flash as it was consumed by fire, never to be seen again.

© Graeme Whittle1996