The Curse of the Giant Hogweed (2012)
““Lead on, then. We can’t stay here. What’s your name, by the way?”
“Medrus, your druidity.”
“All right, Medrus. Come along, everybody. We’re moving out.”
The three others, numb from the witch’s brew they hadn’t had time to sleep off as well as from their incredible awakening, clasped hands in turn and stumbled along behind. It wasn’t very far to the real cave opening, perhaps a quarter of a mile, but it was tough going with no light whatever. Tim minded the trek most.
“Damn it, Medrus,” he grum...bled, “can’t you even glimmer a little?”
Medrus couldn’t, but he did keep up his running patter like Emma Woodhouse’s neighbor, Miss Bates. “Prithee mind ye stalagmite here. Observe ye puddle.”
Tim was still feeling the damp in his bones, the horror of their narrow escape from the hag, and a hangover the like of which he hadn’t experienced since his late wife Jemima made him try her elderberry wine.
“How the hell do you expect us to observe what we can’t even see?”MoreLess
“Medrus, your druidity.”
“All right, Medrus. Come along, everybody. We’re moving out.”
The three others, numb from the witch’s brew they hadn’t had time to sleep off as well as from their incredible awakening, clasped hands in turn and stumbled along behind. It wasn’t very far to the real cave opening, perhaps a quarter of a mile, but it was tough going with no light whatever. Tim minded the trek most.
“Damn it, Medrus,” he grum...bled, “can’t you even glimmer a little?”
Medrus couldn’t, but he did keep up his running patter like Emma Woodhouse’s neighbor, Miss Bates. “Prithee mind ye stalagmite here. Observe ye puddle.”
Tim was still feeling the damp in his bones, the horror of their narrow escape from the hag, and a hangover the like of which he hadn’t experienced since his late wife Jemima made him try her elderberry wine.
“How the hell do you expect us to observe what we can’t even see?”MoreLess
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