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| Note n°52 |
par zhangyi4q
le 01/03/2014 @ 08:32
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on," the Suzerain fluted.
-Zzooon-
"Embarking on this mission, we must persevere"
-Zzooon-
"Persevere to accomplish four great tasks"
-Zzooon-
"Tasks which include Conquest for the glory of our Clan, best student backpacks zzooon"
-ZZooon
"Conquest and Coercion, so we may gain the Secret, the Secret that the animal 2014 cute bags for school Earthlings clutch talon-tight, clutch to keep from us, zzooon"
-ZZooon-
"Conquest, Coercion, and Counting Coup upon our enemies winning honor and submitting our foes to shame, avoiding shame ourselves, zzooon"
-ZZooon-
"Avoiding shame, as well as Conquest and Coercion, and last, and last to prove our worthiness,
our worthiness before our ancestrals,
our worthiness before the Progenitors whose time of Return has surely come
Our worthiness of Mastery, zzzoooon"
The refrain was enthusiastic. -ZZzooon!-
The two other Suzerains bowed respectfully to the priest, and the ceremony was officially at an end. The Talon Soldiers and Spacers returned to work at once. But as the bureaucrats and civil servants retreated toward their own sheltered offices, they could be heard clearly but softly crooning.
"All ... all ... all of that. But one thing, one thing more. . . .
"First of all . . . survival of the nest. . . ."
The priest looked up sharply and saw a glint in the eye of the Suzerain of Cost and Caution. And in American flag backpacks that instant it knew that its rival had won a subtle but important point. There was triumph in the other's eye as it bowed again and hummed |
| Note n°51 |
par zhangyi4q
le 01/03/2014 @ 08:16
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f exhilaration as they sailed free and landed again with a rubbery rebound. Her corona was a storm of silvery threads that seemed to crackle with excitement.
I only hope I remember how to control this thing right.
Maybe it was his rustiness. Or it might have been Athaclena's presence, distracting him. But Robert was just a little late reacting when the near-oak stump-a remnant of the forest that had once grown on this slope-loomed suddenly in their path.
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At that moment luck and Tymbrimi instincts were with Athaclena. Stress hormones surged and reflexes tucked her head down, rolling her into a ball. On impact her body made its own sled, bouncing and skidding atop the plates like a rubbery ball.
It all happened in a blur. Giants' fists struck her, tossed her about. A great roar filled her ears and her corona blazed as she spun and fell, again and again.
Finally Athaclena tumbled to a halt, still curled up tight, just short of the forest on the valley floor. At first she could only lie there as the gheer enzymes made her pay the price for her quick reflexes. Breath came in long, shuddering gasps; her high and low kidneys throbbed, struggling with the sudden overload.
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| Note n°50 |
par zhangyi4q
le 27/02/2014 @ 11:36
http://www.pinterest.com/01beautifulgirl/cute-2014-lovely-bags-for-sale/ | hen. Have the Jophur now
revealed what it's all avout?"
The courier tried to nod, only now Tyug had come for-
ward, gripping the youth's head with several tentacles. He
winced as the traeki alchemist secreted ointment for his
sun- and windburns.
"It seems . . . Hey, watch it!" He pushed at the ada-
mant tendrils, then tried ignoring the traeki altogether.
"It seems these dolphins are the prey that brought both
the Rothen and the Jophur to Galaxy Four in the first place.
What's more, the Jophur say the sages must be in contact
with the Earthling ship. Either we give up its location, or
face more destruction,2014 backpacks for sale, starting with Tarek Town, then
lesser hamlets, until no building is left standing."
Kurt shook his head. "They're bluffin'. Even Galactics
couldn't find all our wood structures, hidden under blur
cloth."
The courier seemed less sure. "There are fanatics every-
where who think the end is here. Some believe the Jophur
are agents of destiny, come to set us back on the Path. All
such fools need do is start a fire somewhere near a build-
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ing and throw some phosphorus on the flame. The Jophur
can sniff the/signal using their rainbow finder."
Rainbow finder . . . Sara pondered. Oh, he means a
spectrograph.
Jomah was aghast. "People would do that?"
"It's already happened in a few places. Some folks have
taken their local explosers hostage, forcing them to set off
their charges. Elsewhere, the Jophur have established base
camps, staffed by a dozen stacks and thirty or so robots,
gathering nearby citizens for questioning." His tone was
bleak. "You people don't know how lucky you have it
here."
Yet Sara wondered. How could the High Sages possibly
give in to such demands? The g'Kek weren't being taken
off-planet in order to restore their star-god status. As for the
traeki, death might seem pleasant compared with the fate
planned for them.
Then there was the "dolphin ship." Even the learned
Uriel could only speculate if the High Sages truly were in
contact with a bunch of fugitive Terran clients.
Perhaps it was emotional fatigue, or a lingering effect of
Tyug's drug, but Sara's attention drifted from the litany of
woes recited by the pilot. When he commenced describing
the destruction and death at Ovoom, Sara steered her
wheelchair to join Emerson, standing near the courier's
glider.
The starman stroked its lacy wings and delicate spars,
beaming with appreciation of its ingenious design. At first
Sara thought it must be the same little flier she had seen
displayed in a Biblos museum case?the last of its kind, left
over from those fabled days just after the Tabernacle ar-
rived, when brave aerial scouts helped human colonists
survive their early wars. Over time, the art had been lost for
lack of high-tech materials,best student backpacks.
But this machine is new!
Sara recognized g'Kek weaving patterns in the fine fab-
ric, which felt slick to the touch.
"It is a traeki secretion," explained Tyug, having also
abandoned the crowd surrounding the young messenger.
The alchemis
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| Note n°49 |
par zhangyi4q
le 27/02/2014 @ 10:33
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That had been Lark's initial thought, three days ago. In
hurried experiments, more mule-spider relics were thawed
out, using the new traeki solvents. Some of the preserved
items had once been alive, birds and bush creepers that
long ago fell into the spider's snare.
All emerged from their cocoons quite dead.
Perhaps the Jophur have better revival methods,American flag backpacks, Lark
thought at the time. Or else they don't mean to restore their
victims, only to preserve them as timeless trophies.
Then, night before last, an idea came to Lark in the form
of a dream.
The hivvern lays its eggs beneath deep snow, which melts
in the spring, letting each egg sink in slushy mud, which
then hardens all around. Yet the ground softens again,
when rainy season comes. Then the bivvern larva emerges,
swimming free.
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When he wakened, the idea was there, entire.
A spaceship has a sealed metal shell, like the hivvern egg.
The Rothen ship may be trapped, but its crew were never
touched.
Those within may yet live.
And now proof stood before him. The four in the hatch-
way were clearly aware of the golden barrier surrounding
their ship, examining it with tools at hand.
Just one problem?they did not move. Nor was there
any sign they knew? they were being observed from just a
hoon's length away.
Treading water, Ling scrawled on her wax-covered note
board and raised it for Lark to see.
TIME DIFFERENT INSIDE.
He fumbled with his own board, tethered to his waist.
TIME SLOWER?
Her answer was confusing.
PERHAPS.
OR ELSE QUANTIZED.
FRAME-SHIFTED.
His perplexed look conveyed more than written words.
Ling wiped the board and scratched again.
DO EXACTLY AS I DO.
He nodded, watching her carefully. Ling swished her
arms and legs to turn away from the ship. Imitating her,
Lark found himself looking across the poor wounded
Glade. All the trees had been shattered by ravening beams,
left to submerge under the rising lake. Turbid water made
everything hazy, but Lark thought he saw? bones mixed
among the splinters. Urrish ribs and hoonish spines, jum-
bled with grinning human skulls. Not the way bodies
ought to be drossed. Not respectful of the dead, or Jijo.
Perhaps theJophur will let us seed a mule spider in this
new lake, he mused. Something ought to be done to clean
up the mess.
He was jarred by Ling's nudge. TURN BACK NOW, her wax
board said. Lark copied her maneuver again . . . and
stared in surprise for a second time.
They had moved!'
As before, statues stood in the hatchway. Only now their
poses were all changed! One human pointed outward
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wearing an amazed look. Another seemed to peer straight
at Lark, as if frozen in midrealization.
They did all this while we were turned away?
Time's flow within the golden shell was stranger than he
could begin to comprehend.
THIS MAY TAKE SOME DOING, Ling Wrote.
Lark met her eyes, noting they held tense, hopeful irony.
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| Note n°48 |
par zhangyi4q
le 27/02/2014 @ 10:20
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Huphu reacted with a sharp hiss. Her claws dug in my
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When the voice next spoke aloud, we heard the words
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drone's tiny pickups. The voice used accented GalSix, and
talked to the strange noor. Three words, so high-pitched I
barely understood.
"Brother, " the voice urged quickly. "Please stop."
And the strange noor did stop, turning its head to ex-
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True, we hoons employ noor beasts as helpers on our
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"Brother, will you speak to us, in the name of the Trick-
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Huck and I shared an amazed glance. What was the
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One of those half memories came back to me, from
when our ill-fated Wuphon 's Dream crashed into the open-
mawed phuvnthus whale ship. Me and my friends were
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metal legs to crouch before my pet, buzzing and popping,
as if trying to get her to speak.
And now here was more of the same! Did the voice hope
to talk a wild noor into releasing the remote-controlled
drone? Huck winked at me with two waving g'Kek eyes, a
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"In th' nam o' th' Trickst'er . . . who th' hell'r you.'1"
My healing spine crackled painfully as I straightened,
venting an umble of astonishment. Huck sighed and Pin-
cer's visor whirled faster than the agitated hologram. Only
Huphu seemed oblivious. She licked herself complacently,
as if she had not heard a blessed thing.
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