Wot's that? Something in the forest is calling! Signals emanate from the old dark hollow, and transistorized tunes echo from inside a mossy log, crackling and rambling in the air of watery sunlight and tensed moon mist alike. Transfixed, Donovan washed his hands in muddy water and wandered on to the oracle. And this is WOT he/she said... Here is a mysterious man, cheerful and dark. You don't want to get in too deep but it's too late. It is Mike Donovan's way... (read more)

Artists in this story: Mike Donovan