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Spin . Revolution 1
In Which Travis Shortshot Defends Poorly
The thunder-strike sounds of powerful hoofbeats beneath and behind him made Travis's teeth ache. His chest burned from breathing the noxious air sailing around the mountain in a sticky-looking grayish purple cloud, and even his naturally porcupine-esque hair was drooping from fatigue. He gripped the horse's mane and swallowed back a whining complaint.
The horse didn't seem to even notice that they both should have dropped dead days ago, or that the enormous sword Travis had pinched from the castle was intermittently smacking into the horse's left flank. It ran fluidly but mechanically, simultaneously too fast and not fast enough. It didn't appear to be interested in anything but the mountainous terrain aheadand the great slavering beast pursuing them.
It was a horse as well, supposedly, and Travis's horse also claimed it was its brother, but he didn't believe it. Wi
Years LaterIt had seemed like a good idea at the time. Exciting, new, not like the same thing they did every other weekend. But now Jussi was lying face-down in a pile of clean laundrymostly shirtsand chuckling at a stupid joke his roommate Caj had just made about ducks. Just like every other weekend. Liv, Jussi's best female friend for the past year, and girlfriend as of two weeks ago, was probably rolling her eyes and finishing off the last beer. Jussi didn't like beer and had let her and Caj fight over who got to monopolize the six-pack. Everything was funnier when Liv was drunk, even if she was the only one who was.
The apparently good idea had been Caj's, but he'd been the first to fold on it, which was hardly surprising. He flipped a bottle cap in the air and caught it on his forehead. "What time is it, anyway?" His dark brown hair was greasy and standing up like a hedgehog's cousi
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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