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The apartment's neater than the last time Charlie visited. The couch has even been fluffed and vacuumed, from the look of it.
"Here we go," says Prometheus, flicking on a light. "Much better."
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It's a straight-faced and straightlaced young fella who waits at the door for Sallie tonight. That's the picture Prometheus paints, anyway. He's wearing a suit for once, though not your business attire or even your fancy tux. No, ladies and gentlemen, Prometheus has unearthed a fine pearly white jacket and a very handsome dark striped shirt to go ( Read more... ) -
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It's a languid day, the kind that's nicely spent lounging on your couch in a t-shirt with a book.
Prometheus is idling, dividing his attention between the ceiling fan and a library copy of Three Men in a Boat.Possibly "dividing his attention" is too strong a phrase. Mostly these are things he's doing to keep himself busy until a certain workday ( Read more... ) -
Hey, look! Meta!
So, I've been thinking, since vivien529's panel on comparative magic at Millicon, about what exactly Prometheus can do.If you think of him in terms of technology, he's not exactly the newest, shiniest model; that would be the Olympians -- Zeus, Hermes, Athena, Hephaestos, Hera, and the rest of the gang. Prometheus is a second-generation Titan, the grandson ( Read more... ) -
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Three weeks.
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For many years, he was given to wander. Sometimes, though, he remembers the virtues inherent in keeping a hearth in one spot.
He keeps no key, but the door opens beneath his hand. The hallway's dim and high, the walls painted thick with old paint. "Don't mind the corridors," he says, a touch self-consciously.
The room they come into is open and -
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Things come about when you talk. Whoever says talk is idle is wrong or trying to be clever.
No, talk leads to things, whether it be stealing fire or bringing a pirate into Chicago. Talk is the hardest-working conman of them all ( Read more... ) -
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Προμηθευς πληρης φοβου τοπον εκεινον μακρια εφυγεν.
Prometheus, full of fear, fled far from that place.
He stayed at the Bar long enough to decide to leave. After that, he left. Mercer walked him through the Door, into someplace sunny, he didn’t care where, and then Prometheus begged to be left alone, and very reluctantly, Mercer went away ( Read more... ) -
Somewhere in the Caucasus, when all the gods were young
He shouts at them long after they leave. He played up the righteous, arrogant quiet for Hephaestos and Oceanus and Io, he behaved in no way to shame his father, but he can't stay quiet forever. The empty mountains swallow his insults and curses and invective, while he shouts and rages and keeps watching for that first glimpse of the eagle. The ( Read more... )
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