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avevale_intelligencerPart 4 of Two Magicians...and a Boat is now up at http://www.avevale.org/index.php/episodes-plays/10-epsodes-plays/26-two-magicians-and-a-boat for your pleasure, and here's a sample:
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Lightning speared down from the sky and thunder raved and roared overhead. Mordecai tried to keep his footing on the slippery, rain-drenched deck as the ship heeled over once again. Men were rushing hither and thither, pulling frantically on ropes and yelling incomprehensible orders at each other, and there was no sign of Prince Varnak. The ship toppled again, this time forward, and faced down into a seemingly bottomless black funnel of churning water, and from the depths of it something with too many arms and too few eyes lay in wait to catch Mordecai as he slid helplessly along the slimy wood and began to fall away from the ship, into the gaping, insatiable, cold wet maw of the sea—
Mordecai woke up with a scream ringing in his ears, and was unsure if he had uttered it or only dreamed it. He was in bed, dry and warm, and as his brain caught up he remembered where he was.
“Are you all right, Mordecai?” Varnak said, appearing from his tiny room in a nightshirt and a hurry.
“I am sorry, Highness,” Mordecai said. “I had a bad dream.”
“Yes, so we gathered,” said the prince dryly.
“We?”
“I imagine the entire boat heard you.”
Mordecai flushed. “I apologise.”
“Time we got up anyway,” Varnak said briskly. “Today we go out and meet our fellow travellers.”
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Lightning speared down from the sky and thunder raved and roared overhead. Mordecai tried to keep his footing on the slippery, rain-drenched deck as the ship heeled over once again. Men were rushing hither and thither, pulling frantically on ropes and yelling incomprehensible orders at each other, and there was no sign of Prince Varnak. The ship toppled again, this time forward, and faced down into a seemingly bottomless black funnel of churning water, and from the depths of it something with too many arms and too few eyes lay in wait to catch Mordecai as he slid helplessly along the slimy wood and began to fall away from the ship, into the gaping, insatiable, cold wet maw of the sea—
Mordecai woke up with a scream ringing in his ears, and was unsure if he had uttered it or only dreamed it. He was in bed, dry and warm, and as his brain caught up he remembered where he was.
“Are you all right, Mordecai?” Varnak said, appearing from his tiny room in a nightshirt and a hurry.
“I am sorry, Highness,” Mordecai said. “I had a bad dream.”
“Yes, so we gathered,” said the prince dryly.
“We?”
“I imagine the entire boat heard you.”
Mordecai flushed. “I apologise.”
“Time we got up anyway,” Varnak said briskly. “Today we go out and meet our fellow travellers.”
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From this week on, you'll find links at the end of each episode to bring you back to this post, so that if you wish you can comment. And if you like what you read, and would like to see more, do consider visiting this link:
http://www.avevale.org/index.php/support-avevale
and showing your appreciation that way as well. Thank you!