By Alan Dean Foster
Snatched via a portal right into a land of magic, a tender musician needs to use a mysterious, multistring duar to rescue the realm into which he has fallen earlier than he can go back to his own
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Pog fluttered shut. Jon-Tom compelled himself to disregard the proximity of these glowing, razor-sharp fangs. “Never observed a firemaker love it. ” He swung the tiny cigar round in his mouth. Jon-Tom flipped the wheel. Pog lit the cigar, puffed contentedly. “Let’s ’ave a glance, lad. ” Jon-Tom passed the lighter over. The otter became it round in his paws. “’Ow’s it paintings? ” “Like this. ” Jon-Tom took it again, spun the wheel. Sparks, yet no flame. He studied the obvious base. “Out of fluid. ” “Got caught wid a bum spell? ” Pog sounded sympathetic. “Never brain. And thank you for da gentle. ” He opened his mouth, blew smoke squares. “It has not anything to do with spells,” Jon-Tom protested. “It phrases on lighter fluid. ” “Get my a reimbursement if I have been you,” suggested the otter. “I’d relatively get me again. ” Jon-Tom studied his wrist. “My watch has stopped, too. Battery wishes changing. ” He held up a hand. “And I don’t are looking to listen something extra approximately spells. ” Mudge shrugged, favoring Jon-Tom with the glance one may bestow on an fool relation. “Now where’s this lazy previous so-called wizard of yours? ” Jon-Tom requested Pog. “OVER right here! ” a strong voice thundered. Shaking lest his discourteous comment have been overheard, Jon grew to become slowly to confront the popular Clothahump. there have been no flowing gowns or white beard, no peaked hat or cryptically marked gown. however the horn-rimmed glasses have been current. by some means they remained fastened above a huge, rounded beak, simply above tiny nostrils. The glasses didn't have fingers prolonged again and in the back of ears, because a turtle’s ears are virtually invisible. A thick publication clutched in a single stubby-fingered hand, Clothahump waddled over to hitch them. He stood an exceptional foot shorter than Mudge. “I suggest no disrespect, sir,” Jon had the presence of brain to assert. “I didn’t be aware of you have been within the room and I’m a stranger right here and that i …” “Tosh, boy. ” Clothahump smiled and waved away the arrival apology. His voice had dropped to common, the wizardly thunder vanished. “I’m now not simply angry. If I have been I wouldn’t be ready to post with him. ” He jerked a thumb in Pog’s path. “Just a second, please. ” He seemed down at himself. Jon the gaze, noticing a couple of small knobs sticking out from the wizard’s plastron. Clothahump tugged numerous, revealing tiny drawers equipped into his entrance. He hunted round for anything, mumbling apologies. “Only method i will maintain from wasting the relatively vital powders and liquids,” he defined. “But how are you going to … I suggest, doesn’t that harm? ” “Oh heavens no, boy. ” He let out an infectious giggle. “I hire a similar procedure that permits me to amplify the interior of my tree with no enlarging the surface. ” “Bragging,” grumped Pog, “when da negative lad’s evidently in soreness. ” “Hold your tongue! ” The bat whirled round in tight circles, yet went silent. “I need to watch his impertinence. ” Clothahump winked. “Last time I fastened him so he may possibly in basic terms sleep correct aspect up. you'll have obvious him, attempting to cling from his ears. ” He chuckled back. “But I don’t wish to lose my mood in entrance of site visitors.