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Contra-Bandy ch9Uff da.
My head was killing me, and my hands felt as if I'd stuck both of them into a garbage disposal. I moaned into the coarse pillow and tried to smother myself. My whole face felt dry and stretched, as if I had the mother of all sunburns. And the inner curve of my elbows both felt bruised. For a second I was certain that I'd fallen out of bed, then discarded that notion on the basis that I still had a pillow as well as an itchy blanket underneath me. Apparently I'd been too keen on my nap to get under the covers.
"It's about time you came around."
I shot upright, then had to bite back a cry of pain. "Jimmy?!"
He was leaning carelessly against a large console, so that I wondered if he'd planned it out. A tentative smile played on his face, but something seemed to be holding it back. "You still don't remember me, do you?"
It was actually a complicated question. I remembered him as part
Spin . Revolution 9
In Which Travis Is Cautious and Rather Intelligent (and then a little brave and stupid)
That morning, Travis awoke to find the cottage oddly empty. Usually he could hear Ayleigh downstairs making breakfast, or hitting the ceiling with a broomstick to make him get out of bed if it was a school day. Maybe now that Damien was back, they were talking in the library, or something more private. Travis made a face. He still wasn't fond of the idea, but he was probably going to have to get used to it.
As long as he didn't have to go back to school when this was over.
He got dressed, put on a pair of nearly new boots he'd gotten as an early birthday present, and then left his room to check on Orah. She wasn't there. The bed was neatly made, and her haversack was lying at the foot of it, so she hadn't left
Gnawing on his lip, he tromped down the stairs. "Orah?"
"I'm right here, you don
Spin . Revolution 8
In Which Travis Is Having Trouble Adjusting
He touched his swelling eye and cursed. Boy, was he going to catch it when he finally got home. They'd ganged up on him this time, the ill-begotten snobs. Travis had lost fights before, but they'd always been against much more impressive opponents, not Imner Wendelbie and his stupid little friends. In Travis's defense, he'd always had a sword or two before. He wasn't much with his fists, and for the first time in a long while, he was painfully aware of how skinny and uncoordinated he was.
His only consolation was that Ayleigh had stopped crying at night. The walls in their tiny cottage were thin as paper, and for the first handful of nights, he could hear her, quietly letting out all the frustration and resentment. He'd never told her, not even when she asked him why he always looked so tired.
Learning his lessons had never been his favori
Spin . Revolution 7
In Which Travis Is Much Braver and Even Stupider
As Orah's body folded and shrunk into the form of a distressed toad, Travis felt a long resounding cry tear free of him, yet he made no sound. He snatched his sword off of the ground and advanced on the fairy godmother without a thought as to what an idiotic thing he was doing.
A blast of crackling energy caught him in his recently healed shoulder, knocking him back into a tree. Orah croaked in alarm, but he waved her off. He couldn't let anything else happen to her.
"Change her back!" he shouted, before he'd even gotten back to his feet.
"Tell me where Damien is!" The fairy godmother raised her wand, the threat of more lightning swimming around.
Travis nearly buckled. But then he realized that wherever Damien was, Tag had to be with him. To protect Tag, he had to protect both of them. "I don't even know who he is "
Spin . Revolution 6
In Which Travis is Brave, i.e., Stupid
Seeing Damien roughing Tag around made Travis want to hit him, but there wasn't time for that now, and it looked as if he had a plan. Travis settled for subtly pulling Orah deeper into the protection of the alley, and was only a little surprised when she didn't step on his foot.
"What's it? What are you on about?" Tag certainly didn't seem to mind being jerked around like a little girl's doll, unless he was just being too polite to show it.
"The bag of devouring!" Damien said, nearly squeaking again. "It can eat the edicada, right?"
Travis nodded gleefully, almost giddy at the idea of being able to take down such a huge foe so easily. "He's right, Tag, the bag used to try to eat me all the time, the edicada would make it happy for years!"
Unfortunately, Tag didn't look so readily convinced. He chewed on his lower lip, looking up at Damien's hopeful face wi
Spin . Revolution 5
In Which Travis Tries to Redeem Himself And Learns Something
Head buzzing with the events of the previous day, Travis found it difficult to sleep. He was up sooner than the sun, thinking before his eyes were open. Something he had said or done had been stupid or wrong, but he couldn't understand what it was. Orah had said that she knew the King of No Reason, but even if that was true, which he was beginning to doubt, it didn't explain why she'd gotten so upset. The King of No Reason had been a deadly giant with nothing but material wealth surrounding him. His servants weren't even living creatures, but spirits made tangible by some magic or other.
Travis sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, his chin in one hand. Women were bewildering forces of nature. It made him wonder how Tag could put up with needing them as much as he did. As far as Travis was concerned, they cou
Spin . Revolution 4
In Which Travis Falls Differently
He watched in awe as the beautiful young lady sauntered to the campsite with all the regal airs of a princess. Her long red hair was coming loose of its braid, several locks of it were free already, gently brushing against her back as she walked. She was dressed in the coarse brown clothes of a holy healer, but if anyone had asked Travis, he would have said that a parade of duchesses in brocade finery wouldn't have looked half as breathtaking.
She plunked herself down gracefully next to the dying fire and struck up a conversation with Damien as though he were an equal. Travis decided that she was a princess, but only in the best possible way. He had never thought that there was a good way for a lady to be a princess, but she managed it with flair.
Part of him was still worried about Tag's taking so long to return, but another, tiny bit that was growing rapidly, hoped that he wo
Spin . Revolution 3
In Which Travis Gets a Thick Ear (But only Half Deserves It)
Although Travis had never consciously thought about it, Tag had never once struck him in earnest. He watched his elder's face now and slowly came to realize the fact in that one sidelong glance. If he had ever studied irony at all, he might have placed the word in this situation, now that the 'never' looked like it would soon be broken. Over something as trivial as a stupid hero, he couldn't help adding bitterly to himself. He wasn't sorry for drawing a sword on the heroeven though he'd said he wasn't one. Travis trusted few sources without question, the most dependable were Tag, of course, and his own eyes. He saw a hero, there was a hero. Discussion ended.
Except the discussion was still ongoing. Tag wouldn't let it go. Their first hour out of the town, and he had refused to speak, a sign that he was
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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