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Ch-4,WorldGateCold Curse Files
Ch. 4The World Gate
Although the sun was shining, it was still rather chilly; Timothy had put on a floppy Astrakhan cap to keep his snakes warm. However, a few kept slipping out to do a bit of sightseeing. Mostly they watched Kes; they seemed to like watching her a lot.
Since Timothy seemed to be reluctant or even afraid of mentioning Yazdren or the Yarbro Place, Kes didn't press him. Instead they spoke of more wholesome and common subjectsthe schools they had attended, their parents and siblings, their favorite writers and poets.
Kes also talked wistfully about her large collection of naturalist books, which once belonged to her great-grandfather who was an explorer. Everything, including those books was left b
The Attic Window...Pt. 12
The Attic WindowPt. 12
When Kes and Sigrid came back from bidding Gorynych adieu, they were greeted with a shocking surprise. All the leftover food was gone, and every bit of dishware except for the tray was upset and broken. Worse, the whole, entire tablecloth was one big, scat-covered canvas. Tiny poopy footprints were scattered haphazardly from one end to the other.
"Oh, no " Kes moaned. "No, no, nooo!" She then collapsed to her knees in frustration and held her head.
Sigrid raised himself on his hind legs several times, and thoughtfully contemplated the mess. Then his ears perked up, his eyes glistening. Turning to Kes, he began whispering into her ear.
Kes ceased her groaning and listened with a puzzled squint. Then she nodded slowly and got to her feet.
"All right," she grudgingly agreed. "If it has to be done, it must although it seems cruel " But first, we need to deal with so
The Cave of Memories...Pt.11
The Cave of Memories and the Late Afternoon DebatePt. 11
The rumpet-drawn cab thumped and jingled its way into the outskirts of Zelmak. The hefty dino-bird warbled and yarped vigorously as the vehicle swerved in and out between the loaded donkey and pony carts, the crowds of market folk and customers, and the Greeblik and lummox coaches dropping off and picking up streams of passengers.
A carved Yggdrasil talisman swung on one corner of the cab, while on another hung a winged Arkan Sonney or "Lucky Pig."
Arthur rode in back, huddled amid his luggage. Face wan, he stared glassily at the noisy, packed streets. After an exhaustive, harrowing morning of fleeing from rampaging, magically-induced lice, being dosed with insecticide, and nearly being swallowed whole by une belle dame sans pitié (A.K.A. Niamh the Golden), he just wanted to sit back, relax and forget all his troubles. But he couldn't. The unsettling
The Arcane Book FindersPt. 10
The Arcane Book FindersPt. 10
Tullugaq trailed the scent until it abruptly ended at a curb on Corbett Street. Now what? Stepping onto the street, she sniffed around a bit. The odor of large padded feet convinced her that either a bus beast or taxi had stopped here a few minutes before.
Exhausted and whining pathetically, she slumped down next to some nearby hedges. She was feeling thoroughly depressed as well as baffled. As she was following the perfumed trail into the very posh regions of Norbie Hill, she found that the thief was running hard in a panicked flight. Actually, it was more like flouncing hard, because high heels and a long flowing dress encumbered this person.
Tullugaq suddenly recalled the spa
The Facts of the Matter--Pt. 9
The Simple Facts of the MatterPt. 9
While Kes busied herself in the clutter explosion that was once the kitchen, Gorynych settled herself comfortably at the living room table. There were chairs, but Gorynych doubted they could support his massive bulk, so he squatted on his haunches with his tail coiled around him. He started looking around at the many interesting things adorning the room. Beautifully made clothing of sewn pelts and embroidery hung from the walls as well as the rafters, along with all kinds of ornamented objects. He also noticed numerous shelves full of old books on plants and animal identification, carpentry and home improvement, woodcrafts, bush lore and trapping.
"Golly," murmured Gorynych in amazement. "Feels like I'm in a museum here."
Something warm and furry brushed against his foreleg. Looking down, he saw it was a young cat, a black and white tom with very big feet and feathered wings.&
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