ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY word for this past week is FAST. So better late than never.
She knew there wasn't much time before the Ancient Binder of Great Spells would be lost forever beneath the depths in the Lake of Black Skulls. She could see shards of moonlight shining on the lake just beyond the hills below. Pressing her bony fingers into the wood handle she screamed at Sweep "Faster. Faster!" But she knew that Sweep was flying as fast as an old broom could fly.