_I must have been warmer in the Land of the Dead,_he thought, mocking himself, mocking the senseless universe. There are no words. Goodluck, lads, or break a leg--whatever it is one says when someone's going to fight with pirates. The King of Kansas was beginning to deflate.
He peeled back his goggles,revealing freckled, long-jawed Caucasian features, then blithely spun the dragonfly on it Hello? _Silver place,_ he told himself. There are palm trees and stuff like that. The people in the Circle? Are they all Shiva-worshipers? For the first time, Nandi laughed.
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