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Digital Genies

The net is becoming increasingly more crowded and hundreds of websites are being launched, as the process becomes easier by the minute. Almost everybody has something on line. It is hard to pick the right places to hang around in a cyber world where trivia, and trivia that gets hits, is abundant. In the mist of this, one becomes chillingly pleased to find something of real value. Digital-Genies has landed on the 10th of this month as a alliance of a group of energetic and talented designers. It should be of intense interest to watch them grow and explore all options to make it work. I am as excited as the genies themselves to see this project evolve and will certainly make sure that I regularly visit to watch the seed they planted grow stronger and more acknowledged.

?Suddenly a song began: a cold murmur, rising and falling. The voice seemed far away and immeasurably dreary, sometimes high in the air and thin, sometimes like a low moan from the ground. Out of the formless stream of sad but horrible sounds, strings of words would now and again shape themselves: grim, hard, cold words, heartless and miserable. The night was railing against the morning of which it was bereaved, and the cold was cursing the warmth for which it hungered. He was chilled to the marrow. After a while the song became cleared, and with dread in his heart he perceived that it had changed into an incantation:

   Cold be hand and heart and bone,
   And cold be sleep under stone:
   Never more to wake on stony bed,
   Never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
   In the black wind the stars shall die,
   And still on gold here let them lie,
   Till the dark lord lifts his hand
   Over dead sea and withered land.”

By: SweetCandy