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master of the world. Download: Master.zip
(120kb) (Doc format) |
The cry resounded from
all sides. An eruption! The Great Eyrie
was then indeed the
crater of a volcano buried in the bowels
of the mountains. And after so many
years,
so many ages even, had it reawakened?
Added to the flames, was a rain of stones
and
ashes about to follow? Were the lavas
going to pour down torrents of molten
fire,
destroying everything in their passage,
annihilating the towns, the villages, the
farms,
all this beautiful world of meadows,
fields and forests, even as far as
Pleasant Garden and Morganton? |
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there be dragons. Download: Dragons.zip
(11kb) (Doc format) |
"Won't
it be jolly to have a dragon for the
princess' birthday! Why didn't I think of
that?"
"That is what advisers are
for," said the first adviser.
"Send for a dragon
immediately," ordered the king,
"medium-sized, and with colored
lights."
"Very good, sire," said the
first adviser. "Send for a
dragon," he told the second.
"Send for a dragon," the second
adviser told the third.
"Send for a dragon," the third
adviser told the fourth.
"Who shall I send, and where?"
asked the fourth. |
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| The Green Odyssey. Download: GreenOdyssey.zip
(126kb) (Doc format) |
“Men?
Demons, rather! Can men fly in an iron
ship through the air? These two claimed
to have come from the stars, and you know
what that means. Remember Oixrotl's
prophecy:
A demon will come, claiming to be an
angel. No doubt about these two! Just to
show
you their subtlety, they claim to be
neither demon nor angels, but men! Now,
there's
devilish clever thinking. Confusing to
anybody but the most clearheaded. I'm
glad the
King of Estorya wasn't taken in.” |
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| The River. Download:
River.zip
(163kb) (Doc format) |
God was
standing over him as he lay on the grass
by the waters and the weeping willows.
He lay wide-eyed and as weak as a baby
just born. God was poking him in the ribs
with
the end of an iron cane. God was a tall
man of middle age. He had a long black
forked beard,
and He was wearing the Sunday best of an
English gentleman of the 53rd year of
Queen Victoria's reign.
“You're late,” God said. “Long past
due for the payment of your debt, you
know.”
“What debt?” Richard Francis Burton
said. He passed his fingertips over his
ribs
to make sure that all were still there. |
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