“Is it a building?” Jake asked. A good smile, honest and artless, its inner part lined with even teeth. Stanley stood as stiff as a soldier behind the bar, nervously plucking at one of his arm-garters. Books were things of exquisite rarity in Mid-World, especially as one travelled out from the center.
He saw her laughing, chin uptilted, hands clasped before the sapphire Thorin had given her. “More and faster! Go on, boy!”Pylon let it out yet another notch. Good as a play, it was. And I’m not sure I can even risk doing that again.
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