So.

You're in Greece, somewhere. Damned if you know where, but it's Greece, or one of the islands in that bit of the Mediterranean.

You're lost in time. The best fix you can get on when you are is that it's sometime before Christianity. Mind you, that leaves a few thousand years in which you could be stuck, so that's no fucking good to anyone ( Read more... )

The kid's name is Pyrrhus. He made that pretty clear straightaway. The no-word version of 'my name is' doesn't vary much in Wells' experience- it's a thump to one's own chest and a few syllables pronounced slowly and clearly. You get that in damn near every part of the world he's been. So once he's got the sound of the kid's name right (not hard, ( Read more... )

"-asked t'see Spoon'... what the fuck?"He's somewhere else. Even before he can finish blinking, he knows. There's a shift in the air, a change in the sound and the smell around him. Even in the ground under his feet suddenly feels angled and loose. Opening his eyes is nothing but confirmation ( Read more... )