Alighting on His Shoulders: Ten Tales From Sideways Worlds
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A crow. Hopping down a branch over her head. Staring at her with one black eye. Then another. “Hello, cousin.” She straightened up, boots firm beneath her. “What’s the word?” “Craaahhk!”
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“This is a place for you, if you want it. But you have to want it. This is a place for you, and a time. A place of study and learning. A place to grind the bones together with the sand. A place to blend the incense and the herbs. A place to question and a place to not question.”
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I teach the how. The why take care of itself.”
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Time for breakfast. Time to get to work.
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A confusion glyph. A symbol that said “Look away.” New York City magic. Sometimes it worked.
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of of
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Sometimes the Gods used Henry. It seemed like a fair trade-off. He had been known to use them, too.
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Always think before you choose. But never be afraid to do the choosing.”
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Some talking head bleating on about another war. At least it wasn’t sports night,
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A trio of women leaned across the table of a scarred booth, jeans and dark sweaters a contrast against the red seats. He wondered what they were talking about. Could be men. Could be stock options.
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The code was in all human DNA, and some of the other animals too: octopi, whales, silverback gorillas, condors. The brightness was there in all of them, but needed activation.
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The Bright Ones were always meant to save the place. To eat the fruit, figure things out, and help spread the news.
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“Come forward, my friend! I have treats in store! I have lavender ices and chocolate drops. I have licorice as black as a raven’s mouth and ice cream as smooth as a selkie’s thighs.”
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The ones who could hear the chimes were filled with greater needs than most. They were hungry for some magic.
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A taste of sweetness. A hint of darkness. The flavor of mystery, with the promise of some light.
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“No Gods of Metal and Technology.” NGMT. The zealots would tattoo this on their hands. EnGoMat.
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There was a war on. A war for what was new. A climbing from the cave’s fire-casting shadows and into the light of the sun.
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His family had lived on this planet for centuries. They had been an early wave of migrants from Earth, from a place called Atlantis. The drowned land. Saved by alien beings made of light, the legends said.
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“Is this supposed to be inspiring?” “No, Cami. It is supposed to just be life. Everything fits in somewhere, together.”
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“I don’t exactly know where you’re taking me, but let’s go.”
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The world was ending. Sam just knew it. Felt it in his belly, coiling like a Chinese dragon under the sea, pearl clutched in a mighty claw. The world was ending and he wasn’t yet sure what to do about it.
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Information got mistaken for knowledge. It was killing us. Killing everything. Food for the Moon, crazy old Gurdjieff used to say. We needed a lot more people to feed the Sun.