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Ch 12--In Which Kes Allyntahl Learnt Several...
Chapter 12--In Which Kes Allyntahl Several Interesting Things
The Gynandromorph had fallen to its knees, clasping its arms around its head. The Princeling and the Chimney Sweep were huddled together, making small whimpering noises. While in the nearby brush, Kes crouched watching, nervously awaiting a blast of fire, but none came.
Instead the dragon leveled a huge, scalpel-shaped fore-claw at the pop-eyed trio.
“YOOOOOOUUUUU!” It hissed like an overheated boiler. “ALL OF YOOOOOOUUUUUU!”
Kes felt a shiver trickle down her spine. She could feel the rage radiating from that massi
The Visitor From Curtisville--Ch.11Journey Into...
Chapter 11--Journey Among Mysteries
Slowly rising from the depths of oblivion, feeling returning to fingers and toes, Kes grunted, rolled over and curled up more tightly, hugging her knees between her arms.
Something about the atmosphere around her didn't seem right, so cautiously opening one eye she quickly scanned her surroundings.
Awareness came in a flash, this was not her comfortable hotel room nor was it the Moon Agate Campsite. Instead, she was in a cathedral of sorts, the distant, vaulted ceiling barely visible through a veil of rusty clouds. There were things up there, between
The Visitor From Curtisville--Ch.10Through a Glass
Chapter 10--Through a Glass Brightly
Kes fidgeted with her hair and robe, impatiently watching as Ellery slowly sampled her lemonade. She would have shuffled her feet if it hadn't been for the heavy police dog still lounging on them. Sighing heavily, she ran her clawed fingers through her hair for what seemed like a millionth time and scowled. Just because this homely cur worked as a town constable didn't give it the right to use her feet as its personal pillow. Hell, by the time tomorrow rolled around, she'd be lucky if she had any working feet left!
Bristling irritably, she t
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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