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The Denizen, part Four of Six and thats why Benjamin Franklin always carried that stick around with him. It wasnt because of gout, it is because a wizard can never be parted from his staff. Bryon chuckled, a low rumble that Cody felt more than heard, and stretched again. Well, lad, I believe I have wasted more than enough of your time this day.
Cody looked at his watch and started. Was it really almost five oclock already? He got up and dusted off his blue jeans. Well, Bryon, I didnt think dragons still existed, but Im glad they do, he said. Can I can I come back and see you on Monday after school?
On the condition that you do me one favor, Bryon said, reaching behind himself and pulling out a tarnished coin of some kind. This should cover what I need. Go to your local grocer, and find me some nice, imported British tea. It has been ever so long since I had a decent spot of tea, he said wistfully, handi
The Denizen, part Three of SixCody didnt say anything about his strange dam tour to Mike on the ride home. He seemed distracted, at least distracted enough not to notice that Cody had been crying, or that the seat of his pants was soaked. And Cody wasnt about to bring it up, either.
The rusted red Ford rattled as it bounced down the rutted dirt road down which their house lay. The last few rays of sunlight caught the cracks in the windshield, splintering into orange sparks dancing across the contents of the cab. At the moment, that consisted of Cody, Mike, and a large steel toolbox with rust specks and a Fox Motorsports sticker. Empty Doctor Pepper cans clinked together on the floorboards as the truck rounded the last corner of their driveway and pulled to a stop.
Hey, I have to call your mom real quick, then we can have your party, okay, kiddo? Dad said.
Cody shrugged. Okay. You want me to put your toolbox away?
Thats be a great help, thanks, son, Dad replied,
The Denizen, part Two of SixCody finished his homework, even the math. He looked at his watch. It was red and blue plastic, with his favorite hero on it. The digits read 4:27, but it was always off by at least three minutes, which meant there was an hour and a half before they could go home.
He slid off the folding chair and stepped away from the card table. Charlie wasnt watching. He was leaned forward in his chair, headphones in his ears, tapping out something on the roll-up rubber piano keyboard he brought with him to work sometimes, and scowling furiously at a sheet of music as if he was trying to light it on fire with his mind. Now was the perfect time to get his own tour of the dam, with Cody Derringer as both tourist and guide.
Cody put his red and black hat back on, pulling it down as if it would make him invisible from any of the dam staff who might catch him poking about. He pushed the metal door at the back of the room open slowly to avoid the squeak of the giant brass piston hinge at the top. It
The Denizen, part One of SixThe Denizen
Bonneville has an output of over a million kilowatts of clean electricity, and also has a fish ladder to help the sturgeon get back upstream for spawning. The sandy-blond-haired guide led his tour group along the outside of the dams outer edge. The rushing of water down the front of the enormous concrete edifice almost drowned his words out entirely. Its pretty cool to see them jumping up there. It helps keep a healthy sturgeon population below the dam.
An old woman with frizzy red hair and a purple fanny-pack raised her hand. What about the white sturgeon? she asked, her voice shrill and scratchy as she shouted over the water noise. I heard that the dam wiped them out.
The tour guide scratched the back of his neck. No, actually, theres still some around. Not as many as there used to be, but yeah, theyre still around. Mostly upstream though.
It was at that point that Cody lost interest. The
Out of the BoxOut of the box
What happens when you let Jack out of the box?
Sara blinked. What do you mean? Her little brothers question perplexed her.
Jack-in-the-box. He ran his fingers through his curly black hair as he looked down at the multicolored cube sitting in his lap. He was only five, so Sara expected some weird questions from him sometimes. Like when hed gotten into her underwear drawer and tried to put one of her bras around his waist like Batmans utility belt before asking her what it was for. What happens when you let it out?
Sara sighed. The evening sunlight streamed through the windows on the west side of their Colorado Springs home, tinting the red carpet of Wills room orange. The sun always came through at this angle during the summer. It looked pretty, but it certainly warmed up the house a lot, too. It doesnt come all the way out of the box, Will. It stays in there, and just pops up when you tur
Fortieth floor. The sign had said No Roof Access. Ha, well, I found a way up. Just had to take the ladder when the stairs stopped. And it was so easy to step off that edge.
Thirty-eighth floor. No more phone bill, no more house payment, no more screaming demands on my time. Dont have to worry about paying that deductible on my insurance because that drunk driver sideswiped me.
Thirty-fifth floor. It will be really nice, actually. I wont have to worry about that upcoming personnel evaluation anymore either. Ha! Wont that cheese the boss off.
Thirtieth floor. At least my life insurance will be able to hold Katie until she can find some better p
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