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  • The bird was the latest player to be out of its mind - that much was merely empirical evidence - but it plainly wasnt going to do Max any good to try to cure it, or put it out of its misery, either. The damn thing was squawking at him, too, and you didnt have to be Haddo and actually be able to hold two-way conversations with the creature to have a pretty good idea what it had in mind. Or how limited your options were if you wanted to do anything else. At least Max had a sword, although he might as well use it to run himself through for all the good it was going to do against Arznaaks runamok Corpus. Arznaak was too smart to leave the proverbial soft unguarded patch the size of a grapefruit where a single sword-stab could hit a vital ganglion and fell a construct the size of a small mountain.
  • Dan takes measure of his condition and finds his body firmly in his control. The idea of heading home early and surprising Gina with the flowers generates a frisson.
  • Honestly, once these children get new ideas, there is no stopping them.
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  • Serenity dared to speak. "What are you doing here?" She wanted to be brave, but the shakiness in her voice betrayed her fragile state. "You cant just come barging into my bedroom in the middle of the night. Do you have any idea how creepy that is?"
  • Never having considered a job in law enforcement, the idea seemed exciting. "I hadnt thought about it before, but Ill think it over," was all I could manage to say.
  • "Sure am. This idea of going to war with a bag of flour, a jug of ale and a chaw of jerky might be romantic, but we're looking forward to a day-long battle, tired hungry thirsty wounded troops, and probably thousands of arrows shot."
  • The house was completely silent on day two until about 15 minutes before the usual dinner time in the house of 6:00 pm. Claire had Samuel going out for every meal and even when he was home, she made it seem that everything was copasetic in the house. He had absolutely no idea what was going on, especially during the battles at night. For all he knew, the house was calm and harmonious after the long struggle against Lowerys army.
  • "It will, now hold still," Graham moved around Samsun so swiftly the larger man could barely tell what he was doing; but he was sure that this wasn't the best of ideas.
  • "I could hear the sound of the sea. I felt the horse's back tilt down and heard stones pattering away ahead of us as we descended a stone covered hill. The Colonel stopped talking as we negotiated the steep incline. I noticed that I was beginning to regain some sense of feeling in my fingers. I could tell that they were moving at my command because I could feel the rub of cloth as they flexed. I had no idea how long it took an immobilization spell to dissipate but I could feel strength returning with every minute. My arms were starting to tingle as we stopped on the shore at the base of the hill."
  • Put auto car cheap insuran insurance the expertise up with a fortunately two ideas punish bad driving.
  • "After that, Samantha will secure the area first and the rest of you will follow. Youll kill only those who resist. The rest will be hostages." Melissa asked something about the system. I had no idea what they were talking about.
  • One of my ideas was to burn loudon wainwright into a giant donut gourd.
  • Nope. He had absolutely no idea what she was going on about. "How do we do it?" he asked, simply because he couldnt think of anything better to say. "I mean, transfigger these -" he stole a glance at the satchel "- silfs. How does it work?"
  • Wyatt looked puzzled, like a new idea tried to burrow its way into his brain and the sensation confused him. "I'm sorry," he finally said. "Really, we were just goofing around."
  • "Something involving an evil sister?" She did recall something of the sort. Family curses were so commonplace in their circles that it was scarcely worth considering, of course. Anyway, Lemons suggestion was the major thing on her mind, that she go along with The Scapula. She could do that, but that wasnt all, by any means. She could recheck the Archive alarms. Shed supplemented the defenses herself; anyone who tried to get in now would find more to contend with than ten years ago. She could go back through Grandfathers logs. There was no chance the Scapula could have learned of her own discovery, the ancient artifact in the hidden room; her defense against mind-probe was quite adequate. It might not be a bad idea to practice her defenses anyway, and perhaps even think about an upgrade.
  • "Now whos daydreaming?" Rordan shook his head. "You and I both know you wont get anywhere with her. Youre afraid of girls, period. How long has your group of admirers at the chapel been waiting for you to court them? You put it off with this pretense of friendship. Is that your idea of becoming a man? Its fantasy."
  • I hoped she meant, "No, I don't mind." I have no idea what the etiquette is when suddenly transporting from one location to another, so I waved goodbye like a big doofus and then materialized just outside Alex's apartment.
  • Philosophy of history is a branch of philosophy concerning the eventual significance, if any, of human history. Furthermore, it speculates as to a possible teleological end to its developmentthat is, it asks if there is a design, purpose, directive principle, or finality in the processes of human history. Philosophy of history should not be confused with historiography, which is the study of history as an academic discipline, and thus concerns its methods and practices, and its development as a discipline over time. Nor should philosophy of history be confused with the history of philosophy, which is the study of the development of philosophical ideas through time.
  • The idea that nuclear power can solve the coming energy crisis is therefore totally fallacious.
  • "I've got no idea why you picked on me, but once I'm free from these bonds, I'll give you the hiding of your life. I've never been near Marka."
  • "Theres not really apeasantryin America . . . but if you mean are we dirt poor, I guess so. We dont even have a computer," admitted Russ, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, my mother has a laptop, from work, but we dont . . . " he drifted off, realizing that Currun didnt have any idea what he was talking about. "Anyway, I think were called lower middle class. We all have jobs."
  • "Well, thats something at least." Ryson then considered the power Tabris displayed when she assisted those that entered Sanctum Mountain to retrieve the Sphere of Ingar. The thought of someone that powerful teaming up with Sazar did not leave pleasant thoughts in his mind. "The two of them coming together is not a good thing. You have any idea of what they might be planning?"
  • Scott logged in to the system with the credentials the voice had given him and suspended the vid feed recording the secured floor. Then he sat back in his chair. He had no idea what was going on now. He looked at the clock and waited. Two minutes. Five minutes. Nine minutes. Twelve minutes. At seventeen minutes, Scott reached over and hit the master alarm.
  • "I'm not arguing." Ryson forced a smile, hoping to reassure the elf before turning back to the ghostly apparition. "I'll do whatever I can. It might help, though, if you give us an idea of what to do first."
  • For todays developing countries, Lin says, the global economy is the indispensable setting, and looking outward is the sine qua non of rapid development. On the input side, thats because of the opportunity it affords for technologically driven catch-up growth. On the output side, its because the world is a market for exports. On this view, "export pessimism," the idea that poor countries couldnt prosper through international trade, was one of the biggest mistakes of the import- substitution school. Globalization is the poors best friend.
  • "One sword strike was made Samurai style, and it is obvious who that executioner was. He is dead, and that puts an end to that. But we think you may some idea as to who the other executioner was."
  • She went to the door and opened it, a most unnecessary proceeding it seemed to me. I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
  • "Kaedith," Jorden grunted very quietly, their life of luxury was to be extremely short lived it seemed. "I... I don't suppose that you know the reason for my coming to the castle," he probed. If he had some idea of his supposed purpose then it would help.
  • As Aradia hurried out to the meeting place, she concluded that of all the bad ideas she'd had in her life, meeting a murderer in an abandoned manor completely isolated from town in the middle of the night had to be the worst. However, if Dereck was willing to kill her parents instead of her, she decided that she did not really have much of a choice.
  • She had no idea where she was, where she was going, or what she would do when she got there. She just knew she had to find Max.
  • According to this view the power of historical personages, represented as the product of many forces, can no longer, it would seem, be regarded as a force that itself produces events. Yet in most cases universal historians still employ the conception of power as a force that itself produces events, and treat it as their cause. In their exposition, an historic character is first the product of his time, and his power only the resultant of various forces, and then his power is itself a force producing events. Gervinus, Schlosser, and others, for instance, at one time prove Napoleon to be a product of the Revolution, of the ideas of 1789 and so forth, and at another plainly say that the campaign of 1812 and other things they do not like were simply the product of Napoleon's misdirected will, and that the very ideas of 1789 were arrested in their development by Napoleon's caprice. The ideas of the Revolution and the general temper of the age produced Napoleon's power. But Napoleon's power suppressed the ideas of the Revolution and the general temper of the age.
  • "I think it's ready to go on the shaft," Gustad said. "You've done an excellent job. Now it's time to put your idea to the test. Are you ready?"
  • Strog obeyed, not out of respect for her authority, but out of curiosity. What did she want of him now? What foolish ideas would her madness lead them upon? The metal soles of Strog's war boots clicked first against the stone hallway, and then against the descending steps of a granite staircase. After but a few moments, Yave's destination was obvious, the cell where Jon was imprisoned. Further and further they descended the dark, spiraling staircase that led to the bowels of the castle. The meager but steady light which bathed most of the underground city drifted away. Haphazardly placed torches spotted the walls. The trapped smoke swayed lazily with a sickening mildew smell which drenched the air. Cracks, bordering on fissures, decorated the tubular paths of this dungeon.
  • I found myself in the kitchen, nearly finished making enchiladas with only vague ideas of why I'd started pulling ingredients out of the fridge. I wasn't hungry. I knew I should eat something, but that hardly merited putting together anything more complicated than a sandwich. What was I trying to accomplish?
  • "Yeah, well, why dont you put that amazing perception to work and figure out that it was a stupid idea to take that necklace from Eliasha and, and give to me like you mined it from the damn mountain yourself!" Liseli put her hand to her forehead, then waved it at him, fighting a note of hysteria that surfaced in her voice. "I mean, what were you thinking?"
  • Here, again, some questions must be put, which we have already put to ourselves elsewhere: did he catch some shadow of all this in his thought, in a confused way? Misfortune certainly, as we have said, does form the education of the intelligence; nevertheless, it is doubtful whether Jean Valjean was in a condition to disentangle all that we have here indicated. If these ideas occurred to him, he but caught glimpses of, rather than saw them, and they only succeeded in throwing him into an unutterable and almost painful state of emotion. On emerging from that black and deformed thing which is called the galleys, the Bishop had hurt his soul, as too vivid a light would have hurt his eyes on emerging from the dark. The future life, the possible life which offered itself to him henceforth, all pure and radiant, filled him with tremors and anxiety. He no longer knew where he really was. Like an owl, who should suddenly see the sun rise, the convict had been dazzled and blinded, as it were, by virtue.
  • Little Chandler quickened his pace. For the first time in his life he felt himself superior to the people he passed. For the first time his soul revolted against the dull inelegance of Capel Street. There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin. As he crossed Grattan Bridge he looked down the river towards the lower quays and pitied the poor stunted houses. They seemed to him a band of tramps, huddled together along the river-banks, their old coats covered with dust and soot, stupefied by the panorama of sunset and waiting for the first chill of night to bid them arise, shake themselves and begone. He wondered whether he could write a poem to express his idea. Perhaps Gallaher might be able to get it into some London paper for him. Could he write something original? He was not sure what idea he wished to express, but the thought that a poetic moment had touched him took life within him like an infant hope. He stepped onward bravely.
  • He was deeply uneasy with the idea that she could talk into his head, and if it wasnt for the proof of it staring him in the face, would have written it off as downright impossible.
  • Before she had time to analyze the idea that something significant had crossed her mind, the Jackson of her dream launched at her. He plunged the knife deep under her ribs, the sensation similar to a punch in the diaphragm. Pulling the knife out, he stabbed her left arm. Pain shot through her and she tried to cry out, but couldnt. All she wanted to do was move away from him, raise her armanything!
  • Jain had heard of the Satram, a strange, nomadic people who traveled Adaran lands in caravans. The Satram were not allowed in The Holdings by order of the Council of Augurs. The Satram did not follow the Old Ones and the augurs claimed to fear the corruption they might bring to the people. But whispered rumors persisted among the peasants that what the augurs and the lairds really feared was that the Satram would tell stories of better living in Adaran lands and incite the peasants to leave or rebel. Despite the order a number of goods associated with the Satram found their way into homes and markets in The Holdings. Even poor Daniel had a knife of Perimain make, far superior to the blades made by any smith in The Holdings. Now Jain had a pretty good idea who brought the contraband in.
  • "She did it already while I was lying unconscious in a freaking dungeon." The tears began spilling again. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. "She bombed headquarters," I explained to the others. "She wanted them to fight with her and eventually help her take over the world, but Mr. Garner refused." I pulled my knees up to my chest and put my head down. "The whole idea is ridiculous anyway!"
  • Daniel then replied with all of the innocence and respect of a person that had absolutely no idea that the very point of his right index finger would put the very foundation of the family in jeopardy.
  • Next, I opened the larger gift and discovered a dress inside it. I pulled it out of the box and it took my breath away because it was so beautiful. The sheer black dress was made of a shimmering material that was sort of see-through. It had purple ribbons woven and sewn around the inside with the same Aysha runic symbols embroidered on them. The dress was so soft (although I had no idea what kind of material it was made of). Sleek, black ribbons surrounded the dress on the outside. I prepared to turn it inside out so I could check out those purple ribbons.
  • "I have no idea who this is. Not only have I never met him, but shes never even mentioned him. Shes always said that guys are just too much trouble and she doesnt really want a boyfriend until shes done with school."
  • To many the idea of saving water in a country like scotland seems almost nonsensical.
  • The idea of playing a game where you have to darn socks is hysterical tho!
  • He recalled again the story he knew all too well. The man financing those English travelers almost three decades past had been none other than Peter Elkington, father of George Elkington, Chief Merchant on this voyage. Like his son, Peter Elkington was a swearing, drinking, whoring merchant, a big-bellied giant of a man who many people claimed looked more and more like King Harry the older and fatter he got. It was Peter Elkingtons original idea those many years back to send Englishmen to India.
  • Saipele, Barry and LeeAnn were given their instructions, she squeaking at the zero notice but quickly agreeing to play the game. Sheila seemed to fall in with the idea of a final party with herself in charge of arrangements, and they were rushed off to find a spot, Saipele knowing exactly where to head.
  • The Magur was filled with a passion and intensity that Paul had not felt in her before, and in that moment he knew that whether or not he could accept these ideas, to her they were both very real and desperately important.
  • Dirk carefully lifted the blade from the mounts. It was heavier and longer than he had anticipated, but he wrapped protective cloth around it as best he could. Now that he had acquired his prize, he took in the whole of the place. Almost instantly, strange markings caught his eye. Dirk had seen these before in various other places he had borrowed items from. He had absolutely no idea what they were, but they always seemed to accompany the best of his finds. He looked around at all the other treasures in the stone room. It wouldn't hurt if he just perused the merchandise a bit. He set about, examining the various holy relics strewn about the area.
  • "Well, you remember the day I came up, when we were talking about your powers, and how you could carry a supply of tea with you? It seemed like too good an idea to pass up, and I had some time. And of course, I keep a stock of fabric up here in case I get the urge to sew, so you see it all came together. I had the time, you needed the costumes, and here they are. Go on, try it on! Dont keep me in suspense all afternoon."
  • Things worsened, or improved depending on your point of view, when he first started experimenting with writing while finishing up his accounting degree. These days Dean has a wonderful wife and daughter to keep him rather more grounded, but the idea of bringing others along with him as he meets interesting new people in universes nobody else has ever seen tends to drag him back to his computer on a fairly regular basis.
  • Joe Winters started walked toward the fight to break it up and act like, of all things, a peacemaker, but a few new friends had other ideas.
  • There was a faint ringing sound from my cell phone, snapping me from my musings. It had always bothered me when people made their ring tones into songs or weird noises, and as technologically advanced as I was, that was one strange habit I refused to succumb to. It rang again, though I could barely hear it; the sound was muffled. I had no idea where I had put it.
  • "You have a gift, Melody. You have no idea how long Ive—" He stopped himself abruptly; Melody sensed self-reproach in the interruption. He said, "Again, share this with no one. Not yet, at least. Not even your mother. She wouldnt understand…. You have—" he chuckled knowingly and without humor—"you have an ability with the potential to wield great power. But that ability is in its very infancy. You have much to learn."
  • To compensate for the increasingly unreliable River, therefore, the Eastway Road had been constructed long ago. Some believed it had once been named riens Wia and was laid out in Anzin times; how else could it run in such a perfect straight line? The original surface, these people claimed, lay somewhere buried under the myriad layers of paving stone which had been added during the ages since then. Others scoffed at the idea and asked why would anyone cover over a true Anzin surface if there was one? The only method of proving the point either way would be to dig deep under the road. Since such a hole would interrupt travel and obstruct commerce, no one knew the true answer.
  • "Of course he would. The idea of competition for your affection will frighten him now. He's terrified you may choose to go another way. The right way." He gave me a quick-fire grin, happy and out of place. Now I thought about it, everything about him was out of place.
  • Watching the events of the past few weeks, you could have gotten the idea that the United States is not only going to slip from the "fiscal cliff" but jump lemming-like off it.
  • There were numerous weapons in the wagon including swords, bows, quivers of arrows, crossbows and darts, knives, spears, clubs, and axes. She had never actually held a real weapon but it seemed like it might be a good idea to arm themselves.
  • That sure got my heart pittering again. Only a few more hours and I would be on the ground. I wish Id had the time to buy a map or something. I had no idea about the layout of this city or its transportation options. I knew more about Root and Luthersburg than I knew about Italy or Rome.
  • "St. Louis," says Ed, "We're heading to Omaha. Any idea how the roads are up there? The snow's drifting badly out on the super slab."
  • Drawing on old testament ideas, it called for a once and for all loan write-off to coincide with the new millenium.
  • No reputable historian would accept the idea that educating a woman sucks all the blood from her uterus, or that masturbation causes insanity.
  • Mia hated it when they talked about subjects that she just knew had something to do with her, yet had no idea what they were talking about. Wizards have a way of doing that, she noted. She wondered if someday she would talk like them, in mysteries driven by causes known but to her, if those around her would be in the dark as she was now, and if she would relish the effect it had on others the way that Finnegaff obviously did. "Who's they?" she asked.
  • The large group of older students who jumped in showed what horrific feats of power they had to offer. A girl beheaded one of the Dark Robes. This proved that the men had no idea what they unleashed after they plunged the dagger into our Headmaster.
  • It is also a good idea to avoid working with people who have inflated egos or who are interested only in their own advancement.
  • The feelings pummeled her until she relented, and she realized that Prios had relented as well. He was gone, no trace of his energy remained, but the damage was done. Catrin had no idea where she was or how to find her way back. To make matters worse, she sensed pain from her physical body and suddenly knew she was near death. If she did not get back soon, she would never be able to return. It was not just a feeling she had; she could almost hear someone shouting the words at her, repeatedly, like a mantra.
  • Shylock gave Permission a puzzled look, only to see his own confusion mirrored back at him. Then, an idea came to him! 'None, because I only think I'm here?' said Shylock, pleased with this answer.
  • "I have no idea," Jack replies as he nervously eyes the open door and the darkness past it. The small area illuminated in the muted light beneath the doora tiled-floor kitchenis stained dark black. The idea that this is old, dried blood instantly pops into Jacks mind. "I dont know what to do."
  • Mary put up strong resistance to the idea at first, but gave in on condition that she may dispatch messengers to scotland.
  • But what about freewill?’ Paul retorted, struggling with the idea that human society could really be so powerless and also so ignorant of its own condition.
  • He stared confrontationally at her through the darkness, daring her to contradict him. But as he looked at her steady, inscrutable gaze, he perceived a depth of integrity welling up from within her, and he knew, however outrageous her ideas might sound to him, she was speaking from a place of total honesty. Paul felt instinctively that if he had her powers of telepathy, or mind-reading or whatever it was, and could see inside her, he would find a mind free of deception or hidden agendas.
  • "Yes, but it's always a good idea to ask about words to use when speaking to a lupun. Never say that one is hiding, for example. 'Lurking' means a lupun is waiting around and being menacing, which they don't mind, but 'hiding' implies some question about their courage. Why would someone hide unless he was afraid, you see?"
  • First, some negative ones: ideas of what radical religious humanism is not, rather than what it might be.
  • The Elf's eyes narrowed, and he took a moment to think but an idea crossed his mind the same time the smile did on his face. "I have an idea." He turned slightly, reaching into his bag, pulling out a plumthe same plum that Grahamas had given him to begin his training. "Think you can hit a moving target?"
  • Sy folded his arms at his chest. "Before you leave, I want more assurance from you. You say you won't attack if I let you pass, but what happens when you return with whatever it is you want? I have no idea how long it will take you. You could be back before noon and then order an attack. My people will still be tired, the wall will still be down. Seems to me that I really don't have any alternatives at all. You have an opportunity to attack, you just want to wait until you get your hands on some of the dwarf treasure first."
  • Omari thought for a moment. "Before I started hallucinating I remember her asking the cop if there had been any other recent disappearances. His answer was very press conference, "I cannot divulge that information to you" in nature. We all got the idea he knew something that the police are probably trying to cover up."
  • It backs an idea that some dogs emerged from wolves that were able to scavenge and digest the food waste of early farmers, the team tells Nature journal.
  • "You see, Aunt, Mamma has long wanted me to marry an heiress, but the very idea of marrying for money is repugnant to me."
  • However, from the house, to the farms, everything she accomplished was not just the way she measured herself, but her idea of equality. Her sense of self was wrapped up in seeing everything through to the end. He knew that from having to temper her expectations with her projects, and having to remind her of the time involved. Reminding her, that starting it and watching it progress was an accomplishment.
  • As they approached an intersection he saw out of the side window, the unmistakable sight of blue flashing lights racing towards them. The truck powered past the junction and the lights were lost to view behind an alley of tall trees, but Paul didnt need to see them to have a pretty good idea of where they were going.
  • Drug levels should be measured to confirm reasonable adherence to treatment and give some idea of the leeway for further dosage titration.
  • Rather than argue, Caelia stood up and said, "Want to compare?" Tabari looked the other way and kept his seat. As she sat back down Caelia thought to herself, why are boys always so fragile? Using her calm tone she said, "I like the idea of you being my brother, and I know I'm only a little bit older even if people who don't know us guess wrong."
  • Isometric drawing of the object gives a very good idea of what it looks like.
  • The prices below are just to give you a very basic idea on the costs involved.
  • Robert d'Artois spoke, thumping his wine cup onto the table. "Brother, I think Amalric's idea is magnificent. I am pining for excitement, and I know many of your knights who feel the same way. The crusade is still years off. Peace may be good for the kingdom, but it is not good for the kingdom's fighting men."
  • "I may not have got it quite right," Palliser admitted. "But I certainly had the idea of protection, and of God. It may have been the girl he wanted to protect."
  • He came to slumped against a cold wall in the dark, and for a moment had no idea where he was. He could still hear the gulls from his dream, screeching. Wait. He shifted, pain ripping through his arms and soreness assaulting the rest of him. His head throbbed. He remembered where he was.
  • Again, she blinked, but her awe turned to comfort and she worked her arms around his waist, holding him close. She remained that way, basking in the moment until she realized that she had no idea what had made him so worried. "Grahamas, what happened?"
  • The prince was surprised that so simple an idea had not occurred to him, and he applied for advice to the holy brethren of the Society of Jesus, with whom he was on intimate terms.
  • "Lady Magmilan already knows I dont agree with the war. Ill definitely share some of my ideas with Madam Pomfrette."
  • I sat on the back deck of my house overlooking the water and work was the farthest thing from my mind. My head turned toward Lou's house as I heard some loud talking coming from his deck. The other SVPs were already as loose as a spaghetti noose, and all of the potential for ideas had literally floated out to sea. They motioned for me to come over as I said to myself, "Welcome to Block Island."
  • Jorden had no idea what she was talking about. "Go where?" Not to his world, he knew, because he wasn't going there either.
  • Pearl then reassured Louie. ‘Louie this is where the second part of my idea comes in. We need to slow down the progress of Al Spider’.
  • Back to top piped music query: i am doing some preliminary investigations into the idea of having piped music around our school.
  • "No," said Benjamin. Hed heard nothing, though it didnt prevent him from being alarmed at the idea that he and Lilac had been discovered.
  • Moto glanced at Brangot and went on, "The Time Stream isnt merely a representation of time. It is every particle in every universe over time, represented by intertwining streams. One can filter and alter those streams, though we try to prevent altering events. Diotitus thought to give a name to the idea that would blossom into Creation Mathematics, and implant the name in Dober Jungs mind sometime the past. While making a slight alteration in time, it was ultimately insignificant. He then extracted the information by searching for the name in the particles of the Time Stream."
  • Mevrin Oxrabbit, or Emperor Mevrin the First as he was now known, was feeling a bit lost. Not long ago he was a perfectly normal young noble: throwing food at servants, throwing servants at food, throwing servants at other servants... Then a message came that he was to be the next Emperor. That was quite a surprise. He had heard something about death of the previous one, it would be rather hard to miss that. He knew nothing about the electoral process and had no idea he was a candidate. In truth, he had been told he was a candidate, but he got distracted by a maid carrying a stuffed albatross and he forgot.
  • Again and again the giant serpent slammed into the doorway, the sound of stone cracking from the impact becoming louder with each hit. He thought of drawing his sword, but the idea of doing enough damage to scare it off was laughable. If only the doors trap was still active, it'd probably blast the head off that thing... An idea flashed into Aiden's mindif the man who had lived here had a mechanism to quickly switch off the trap to allow safe passage, there was probably a way to switch it back on, from the inside.
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