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Post by Icestar on Oct 16, 2008 19:08:33 GMT -5
Um....
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Post by Mountainfur on Oct 16, 2008 19:12:05 GMT -5
What? I seriously have double copies of pretty much all my ga'hoole books
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Post by Icestar on Oct 16, 2008 19:14:51 GMT -5
I have copies of only two of my books.
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Post by Mountainfur on Oct 16, 2008 19:15:20 GMT -5
Ah
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Post by Icestar on Oct 16, 2008 19:17:40 GMT -5
yep.
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Post by Mountainfur on Oct 16, 2008 19:33:56 GMT -5
"Look at me, look at me!" the Great Gray hooted. His primaries sparkled silver in the moonlight as he carved a steep turn, then folded his wings and plunged toward a cresting wave. He swooped up, barely escaping the grip of the sea as the spume trailed behind him like a comet's tail. Twilight looked to the the rest of the Band. "And they say seagulls do it better"
Gylfie turned to Soren, and Digger sighed then churred softly "We all know what's coming, don't we?"
"Indeed!" Soren and Digger both said at once. The Twilight began:
I don't just do it better
I don't even get wetter
I'm prettier- hey beautiful!
I'm a gorgeous owl and not a gull!
Waves crash, grass grows
I can whup anything before it knows
The winds were capricious at this time of year and the owls of the Band entertained themselves by sliding in and out of their folds, rising and plummeting on the rogue drafts that buffeted the Island of Hoole.
There was nothing that owls like doing more than playing with air, with wind, and none did it better than the Band. Despite the season, almost winter and the beginning of what the owls of the Great Ga'Hoole Tree called the time of the white rain, the great tree still retained the nearly golden glow of summer. It had remained this way ever since Coryn, the new young king, had retrieved the Ember of Hoole several moon cycles ago from the volcano in Beyond the Beyond.
Soren glanced toward the tree nervously. Its strange defiance of the seasons did not disturb him as much as knowing that his dear nephew, Coryn, was in his hollow brooding. It was understandable that the responsibilities of kingship weighed heavily on the young owl but Soren knew that it was the ember itself that added immeasurably to Coryn's anxieties.
Inside his rather modest hollow in the tree, the young king peered into the glow of the ember, the Ember of hoole. Orange with a lick of blue at its center ringed with green, it was no simple coal and he did not see simple things in it. Coryn was a flame reader but reading the flames of a fire was different from understanding the shifting intensities of this ember. The images it yielded like those of the flames came without being beckoned but they were more powerful than flame visions often warped and not to be completely trusted. What the young barn owl was seeing was now made his heart race and his gizzard quake. Peering into its flickering blue center he glimpsed a spot of white that grew rounder and larger. Like a moon, he though. Like...a seam slants across the white sphere....Like....like a scar...Like my scar. No, not min NYRA's!
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Post by Icestar on Oct 16, 2008 19:38:48 GMT -5
Cool, but I can't pick out which book. I'm think right now.
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Post by Mountainfur on Oct 16, 2008 19:40:01 GMT -5
Tis the twelth
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Post by Icestar on Oct 16, 2008 19:43:00 GMT -5
Oh, so the tree is still glowing?
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Post by Mountainfur on Oct 16, 2008 19:47:52 GMT -5
Yup
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Post by Icestar on Oct 16, 2008 19:54:30 GMT -5
Wow. I thought it stopped glowing in the eleventh, but I guess I was wrong.
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Post by WildStar on Oct 18, 2008 17:50:51 GMT -5
yeah
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