A Dinosaur Is A Man's Best Friend: "Into the Badlands"
A Dinosaur Is A Man's Best Friend (A Serialized Novel), #2
Fiction & Literature, Westerns, Action Suspense, Science Fiction & Fantasy
| Author: | Wayne Kyle Spitzer | ISBN: | 9781386758266 |
| Publisher: | Wayne Kyle Spitzer | Publication: | July 25, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Wayne Kyle Spitzer |
| ISBN: | 9781386758266 |
| Publisher: | Wayne Kyle Spitzer |
| Publication: | July 25, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
"You talk to yourself a lot, don't you?" said Luna.
* *Williams looked at her and finally smiled in spite of himself. "Or it just may be that he's really talking to me, and you just can't hear it." He tweaked her nose. "Yet. Either way, you need to eat something and get some sleep. We all do. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
"Why a big day?"
"Ank, camping gear," he said, and the dinosaur folded his front legs with a groan. "Because we're going to head out for Barley's in the morning." He loosed his bedroll from the supplies strapped to Ank's back and tossed it to her. "The place where the sounds on your radio come from. We've—we're searching for something. A place we call Tanelorn. And we think that might be it."
"Tanelorn," she repeated. "What's that?"
Williams rested his arms on the bundles of supplies, thinking about it. "I don't know, exactly. I reckon it's just a place someone feels drawn to … even if they don't know why. A place where the homeless can find a home, maybe." He looked at the lights in the sky, the Alien Borealis, as Ank called it, and wondered. "But it may be that it's something else—a kind of Omega Point. A place where all the colors of the spectrum meet, like a prism. And become focused into a single, burning light. Maybe that's what people mean when they talk about the power and the glory." He tugged on a rope, releasing a waterfall of pots and pans. "Meh. It's just something to keep us going."
"Like a magnifying glass," she said, ignoring his last statement.
He paused, thinking about it. "Like a magnifying glass," he agreed. Then he added, "Now, what'll it be? Beans or beans?"
"You talk to yourself a lot, don't you?" said Luna.
* *Williams looked at her and finally smiled in spite of himself. "Or it just may be that he's really talking to me, and you just can't hear it." He tweaked her nose. "Yet. Either way, you need to eat something and get some sleep. We all do. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
"Why a big day?"
"Ank, camping gear," he said, and the dinosaur folded his front legs with a groan. "Because we're going to head out for Barley's in the morning." He loosed his bedroll from the supplies strapped to Ank's back and tossed it to her. "The place where the sounds on your radio come from. We've—we're searching for something. A place we call Tanelorn. And we think that might be it."
"Tanelorn," she repeated. "What's that?"
Williams rested his arms on the bundles of supplies, thinking about it. "I don't know, exactly. I reckon it's just a place someone feels drawn to … even if they don't know why. A place where the homeless can find a home, maybe." He looked at the lights in the sky, the Alien Borealis, as Ank called it, and wondered. "But it may be that it's something else—a kind of Omega Point. A place where all the colors of the spectrum meet, like a prism. And become focused into a single, burning light. Maybe that's what people mean when they talk about the power and the glory." He tugged on a rope, releasing a waterfall of pots and pans. "Meh. It's just something to keep us going."
"Like a magnifying glass," she said, ignoring his last statement.
He paused, thinking about it. "Like a magnifying glass," he agreed. Then he added, "Now, what'll it be? Beans or beans?"
