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.""Depends on your definition of safe."Durrack laughed and typed."I'm repeating my request.Never give info unlessyou're sure of who is listening.""Most likely the oni on Onihida can see this.""Exactly."* * *Wolf returned to his domi to find her looking unhappy.file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Bureaublad/.html.jpg,%20advance%20reader%20copy)/A416520554__18.htm (9 of 10)5-1-2007 1:07:15- Chapter 18"What is it?""We've verified we're talking to Earth.The gate is gone, just like wethought.Pittsburgh is stranded.""You are still communicating?"Page 158 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"We're comparing notes  seeing if we can use the Ghostlands to our advantage,or close it up somehow.From the sounds of it, though, Earth is still fighting over who hasjurisdiction."A runner from Poppymeadow threaded his way through the sekasha to hold out apiece of paper."Adistant voice came from Aum Renau, relayed from Court."Wolf took the folded paper, opened it, and read the five English words within:Follow the yellow brick road.He frowned at the message and flipped the paper over, hoping for more.No.That was it."What does it say?" Tinker asked.He handed it to her."It's from the Pure Radiance.I sent word to the intanyeiseyosa caste asking for help with your dreams.I don't understand this.""Follow the yellow brick road? Follow the yellow brick road? Just point thesucker out and I will.So far, I hadn't found any road bricked yellow orotherwise figuratively, literally, allegorically.""You understand it?""No!" She sighed deeply."But it looks like I have to figure it out."Back Next|ContentsFramedfile:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Bureaublad.tml.jpg,%20advance%20reader%20copy)/A416520554__18.htm (10 of 10)5-1-2007 1:07:15- Chapter 19Back Next|Contentsfile:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Bureaublad/.html.jpg,%20advance%20reader%20copy)/A416520554__19.htm (1 of 11)5-1-2007 1:07:15- Chapter 19Chapter 19: Snakes, Snails & Puppy-Dog TailsTinker kicked the blackened remains of the willow tree.It had died on thewaterfront, leaving a burnt trail from the warehouse.Several buildings alongits path had scorch marks where the burning tree had brushed up against themwhile staggering toward the river."Okay, let's take it from the top.We're off to see the wizard, the wonderfulwizard of Oz.""Because?" Pony asked."Because  because  because because." Tinker didn't know.Did she ever know?"Because of the wonderful things he does," Stormsong deadpanned.Tinker glared at her."In the dream, the yellow brick road led to the willowtrees." She gave the tree another kick."Which threw apples at us.Esme toldme to follow the fruit to find the wizard  which is the dragon."She followed the black path of soot and cinders back toward the warehouse."Lain gave me one of the seeds, but I couldn't figure out anything interestingwith it.Most of the times it doesn't even wriggle.So obviously fruit issomething else.Whatever it is, it will lead us to the dragon.The dragon isthe desired end product  not the fruit.""I am not sure it would be wise to face the dragon again." Pony said."Webarely survived the last fight.""I know, I know, I know.Riki did say that it needs magic to become sentient,Page 159 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmland once it used me to tap the spell stones, it  " She paused."Wait.Rikisaid that the oni messed with the spell to trap the dragon.What if the 'fruit' is just magic?""In the movie," Stormsong said."The apples were gathered up by Dorothy, thescarecrow, and the tin man.""No, the tin man came in during the apple scene, Dorothy was picking " Tinkerstopped with sudden realization."Oh, gods, Oilcan! He was hauling theoverflow cans away  when was the last time anyone saw him?""The day we watched the movie," Pony said."Wednesday."Neither Oilcan or the flatbed had been at the junk yard on Friday.He had lefttwo days of newspapers in the drive.Feeling sick, she fumbled with her phone,picking his number off her address book.His phone rang three times anddropped to voice mail.Trying not to panic, she called the scrap yard and thenhis apartment, getting only voice mail.Where had he taken the barrels? Had hesaid? No, just that he had to dump them.Where could he have taken them? Theyhad gone through nearly a hundred barrels before she got the spell repaired amassive pool of magic to dump haphazardly, but Pittsburgh had lots of bigempty places.Still, the barrels and the steel filings represented a good bitof money once the magic leached out  so he would probably leave them on landthat they owned.That left one place  the barn.She dialed the land line to the barn.She expected his machine to pick upafter three rings, but it continued ringing.She clung to the phone,whispering, "Oh, please answer."On the twelfth ring, the phone clattered off the hook, and Oilcan saidbreathlessly, "Yeah?""Oh thank gods, are you all right?""I'm fine.What's wrong?"file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Bureaublad/.html.jpg,%20advance%20reader%20copy)/A416520554__19.htm (2 of 11)5-1-2007 1:07:15- Chapter 19She laughed, not even sure where to start on that question."Did you take thebarrels from Rienholds to the barn?""Yeah, they're here.""Look, I think you're in a lot of danger.I want you to leave the barn.""What's going on, Tink?""It's all rather complicated.I think my dreams are telling me to trap thedragon and do something with it.""Trap it?""Yeah, the barrels are the fruit." That sounded sane! "Look, you're in dangerthere.Just go home and let me deal with it."There was only silence from Oilcan."Are you okay?" Tinker asked again."I'm kind of in the middle of the something.You know  I don't want to messwith the flow.Why don't you come out and we'll talk about what has gone downsince Wednesday."Wednesday.Nathan died Wednesday.Did Oilcan know? If he didn't, she didn'twant to tell him over the phone  not that she really wanted to tell him faceto face, either."Okay, I'll see you in a couple of minutes."* * *Oilcan used a barn deep in the South Hills as a retreat.Just as she tinkeredon machines, he played with art.It was a side of him that few people saw, ashe seemed to think it revealed too much of his soul.Sometimes he welded bits and pieces taken from the scrap yard into mechanicalogres, other times he painted dark and abstract murals.Those he kept at hisretreat and only friends got to see.She knew he kept journals with poetrythat he never showed anyone, not even her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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