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The door that opens from Milliways opens into the back room of the Wells farmhouse. Just for the moment it's quiet, save for the occasional noise coming from the kitchen. It's a clean, well-lighted, well-maintained farmhouse that's seen quite a lot of upgrading and repairs, but it still has something of the original look to it- and the place was ( Read more... ) -
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The door from Milliways opens into Harry's barn. It's where he keeps the battered grey van he drives his farrier equipment around in. Sure enough, the van is there- emptied as far as it can be emptied. "All right," Wells says. "The way I see it, I'll just let us both into Etna from here, right? There's room enough in the van." -
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Abdera's long since gone, sixty miles of water away. Just as well, so far as Wells is concerned. That place gave him the creeps even after the thing with the horses was over. It's been a long damn boat ride, one that he doesn't much want to experience again ( Read more... ) -
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It's not that he's afraid of them, exactly. Wells knows that even this far from the full moon, being shot by ordinary arrows isn't going to take him down for long. But when you've just threatened an entire village by proxy and run some unknown distance through the forests that cover the foothills of the mountains that ring Thessaly all around, ( Read more... ) -
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For the past few weeks there’ve been tracks in the leafmould hereabouts that speak of some of the biggest deer Wells has ever seen. He’s hung up the ‘gone hunting’ sign on the smithy early today as a result, and gone looking for the beast. Bruce came along with him, of course. Bruce always comes along. The quarry in the Thessalian hills is better ( Read more... ) -
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Five months in, counting from the day he met Athena on the road to Delphi, and Wells is starting to look for animals he can bring down bare-handed without killing them ( Read more... ) -
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Unless Wells very much misses his guess, he and Bruce aren’t much more than a few hours away from Delphi. Even taking into account how twisty the damn road is, they’re still good. Not much farther now, he murmurs to the wolf. Bruce just snorts. He’s been complaining about the smell of humans and the passage of other travelers on the road for days ( Read more... ) -
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Bruce the wolf is waiting for Wells when he finally puts Lykaion's house behind him. Wells eyes the wolf suspiciously, but says nothing. He has some trouble believing any god could bring himself to appear as such a lousy hunter. They've got egoes to think of, even in beast shape- anyway, it doesn't matter. If Bruce is some god in disguise it's no ( Read more... ) -
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The king's court is not the sort of place Wells would have imagined. One expects a certain level of civility in a king, or at least of terrible majesty if one is dealing with a certain sort of man, but this place is different. This is... this is rough-cut stone, and barely-hewed roof timbers, and great lazy-stepping boarhounds lazing about wherever ( Read more... ) -
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Bruce, it turns out, is not an especially good hunter as wolves go. The natural wariness that keeps wild things alive is overdeveloped in him. He'll jump a mile at the least hint of something that might be a danger, and that sort of thing disrupts even the best of hunts. After his third attempt at running something down goes wrong Wells rolls his ( Read more... )