The Singing Well
Gregg Brown, Gregg Glory
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(BLAST PRESS, June 6, 2012)
From the chapter: "When the Moon Melts"The dwarf's hideous face retreated from the basement window, an array of grimy grey whiskers and a radish nose. "When the moon meltsAnd the Gods of Autumn roam Evil and good are equally feltAnd nothing certain is known,"Chanted Mr. Plimsoul and the lady together. Wild shadows flickeredaround them, and they gestured toward the shut box, black and shiny as a beetle's back. They seemed to be trying to compel the box to open orspontaneously erupt in flame...or something."Casket of Augersaal, I command you: open!" Mr. Plimsoul shouted, making a weird gesture at the box."By Neamiahas' eye, by Qyudditch's kin, I say: unfasten!" the ladyhissed, her boa and her long arms gesturing in the flickering light ofthe braziers.The casket hopped on the sawhorses once, as if a person inside werebeing tickled or kicked, and then was still. A thin jet of purple smoke sizzled from one end of the casket... and then stopped.