Alan Dean Foster SS6 The Time Of The Transferance

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who can do it,
He started off with another bold rendition of Pink Floyd s Money.
Though he was functioning without the power of the duar, the bedroom rang wih
the sound of his voice. The house picked up on what he was trying to do and
added a throbbing, contemporary backbeat. But no matter what song he tried or
how well he played the demons simply ignored him as they concentrated their
efforts on the rapidly weakening kinkajou.
Eventually Cautious put a gentle hand on Jon-Tom s arm. Might as well save
your breath.
Ain t having no effect on them. Ain t nothing gonna have an effect on them,
maybe.
Jon-Tom requested a glass of water, which Amalm readily provided. His throat
was sore already. He d been singing steadily for more than half an hour, with
no visible effect on his opponents. Not one demon had disappeared. They
continued their insidious harangue of
Couvier Coulb.
There s got to be a way, he mumbled. There s got to be.
Maybe spellsinging ain t it. Cautious looked thoughtful. When I was a cub
my grammam used to tell me bout magic, you bet. She always say you have to
make the magic fit the subject. Doen look like you doing that, Jon-Tom.
Was he going about it all wrong? But all he knew how to do was spellsing. He
couldn t use potions and powders like Clothahump. What was it the wizard was
always telling him?
Always keep in mind that magic is a matter of specificity.
Specifics. Instead of trying to adapt old songs to fit the situation, perhaps
he should improvise new ones. He d done that before. But what kind of lyrics
would give such demons as these pause?
Fight fire with fire. Clothahump hadn t said that, but somebody had.
He considered carefully. A gleam appeared in his eyes. His hand swept down
once more over the suar. Take equal parts Dire Straits, Ratt, X and
Eurythmics. Mix Adam Smith with
Adam Ant. Add readings from The Economist and Martin Greenspan. Mix well and
you have one savage synoptic song.
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Heavy metal economics.
unlimited textile imports and suggestions for a free market in autos. When he
slammed them with a flat tax tune it was more than the strongest among them
could bear. They began to vanish, holding their briefcases defensively in
front of them, dissolving in a refulgent gray cloud of letters and
incomprehensible forms.
Still he sang of banking and barter, of one page returns and other miracles,
until the last of the cloud had dissipated. When he finally stopped it was as
if the air in the room had been scoured clear of infection, every molecule
handwashed and hung out to dry. He was hoarse and exhausted.
But Couvier Coulb was standing tall and straight by the side of his bed,
assuring his sobbing housekeeper that if not completely cured he was surely on
the way to total recovery.
At which point a fuzzy head popped into view atop the stairwell and declared
at this solemn and joyful moment, Damn, I thought I were goin to piss for a
week!
As always, your timing never ceases to amaze me. Jon-Tom had to struggle to
form the words. His voice was a breathy rasping.
Mudge glanced rapidly around the bedchamber. Timin ? Wot timin ? Now where
are these ere demons everyone s so worried about? I m ready for em, I am.
Big demons, little demons, let me at em. He stode briskly into the room.
To her immense credit and Jon-Tom s everlasting appreciation Weegee booted the
otter right in the rear.
As the two of them quarreled, Couvier Coulb led the rest of his guests
downstairs. Come, my friend. Amalm, I am sure our guests must be hungry. He
put an affectionate arm and his prehensile tail around Jon-Tom s waist, which
was as high as he could comfortably reach. And I know this young man must be
thirsty. I am going to fix your duar, Jon-Tom.
Have no fear of that. If it is at all possible I will do it. He winked. I
may even do it if it is impossible. But first we must rest. You are tired from
battling demons and I from a long illness. You must talk of your travels in
distant lands and of the world you come from, and
I would know more of this Clothahump who knew to send you to me.
That s easy. Mudge and Weegee had rejoined them, Mudge still rubbing his
backside.
Musical instruments in different stages of repair lay on other benches or hung
from the walls. The air was thick with the rich smells of oil and varnish.
Some of the tools meticulously arranged in boxes next to the workbench looked
fine enough to do double duty in a surgery.
Coulb was muttering aloud. Align these here, replace some wood there; that [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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