It's Mr. Potato Head, absent his bucket of parts. (open)
((dated to the day after Jessica's arrival))
As was too often the case, Idaho awoke with the voice of a dying god swimming in his head. I think of all my Duncans I approve of you the most ... There's magic in my approval ... A tyrant's approval! The emotion that accompanied this memory was always bewildered and frustrated anger.
He'd choose to greet the day rather otherwise.
He reached, or tried to reach, for Siona at his side. Immediately last vestiges of drowsing dissolved into a shock of hard awareness: he encountered only restriction, some hard surface constraining his attempt at movement.
We're not in Tuono any more. Muscles tensed.
It was fortunate the pod opened at that moment, albeit slowly, with the telltale wheeze of hydraulic hinges. Duncan Idaho leapt to his feet and over the side onto the hard metal floor of an unfamiliar corridor.
As was too often the case, Idaho awoke with the voice of a dying god swimming in his head. I think of all my Duncans I approve of you the most ... There's magic in my approval ... A tyrant's approval! The emotion that accompanied this memory was always bewildered and frustrated anger.
He'd choose to greet the day rather otherwise.
He reached, or tried to reach, for Siona at his side. Immediately last vestiges of drowsing dissolved into a shock of hard awareness: he encountered only restriction, some hard surface constraining his attempt at movement.
We're not in Tuono any more. Muscles tensed.
It was fortunate the pod opened at that moment, albeit slowly, with the telltale wheeze of hydraulic hinges. Duncan Idaho leapt to his feet and over the side onto the hard metal floor of an unfamiliar corridor.