The Glass Galago: A Tor.Com Original
Language: English
Pages: 32
ISBN: B017RBQN9Q
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A.M. Dellamonica is at it again! The thrilling adventures of Gale Filachild and Captain Perrish continue in a series of prequel stories that offers to take us deeper into the fascinating world of Stormwrack.
When Gale and the crew of the Nightjar are called back to the fleet to handle an issue involving a law regulating new patents and a missing magical inscription, they soon find themselves embroiled in a plot that is could potentially pit island against island. Now, they must discover the mystery of the glass galago before time runs out for both it and the fleet.
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the inscription?” “Rasa locked it in her personal safe at Patents. A week later, when the spell was approved, she tried to retrieve it … the safe was empty.” “When was that?” “Two days after she was inscribed.” His eyes welled. “We followed the rules. I don’t know how it was stolen, but creating new regulations … that’s not going to change anything.” Gale considered explaining that politics and reality were, at best, distant cousins. But cynicism wouldn’t comfort him. Parrish interrupted:
and the prospect that if they didn’t do something, soon, the girl might die, wasn’t that hard. Gale took a seat up in the gallery, watching Rasa’s clerk. He fidgeted as he took notes. As the whole of the Convene edged into a frenzy, tensions rose: “The girl might shatter at any minute?” “How did the creature come to break?” “The galago is alive,” Annela protested. “Then produce it!” “It’s not in my possession anymore…” He stood it for an hour and a half before asking a fellow clerk to take
face: he didn’t know her, she was nobody, maybe she just wanted blackmail money. Perhaps she should suggest it; it might be interesting to see who he’d contact, how much they’d pay. Smoke out a conspirator. Then he whirled. Parrish had faded out of the shadows, trapping him between them. The clerk held the bottle out over the rail. “I’ll drop it.” “And doom the mother of your child to a slow, painful end?” “I swore…” he said. “You swore to help her interfere with official debate,” Parrish
The clerk was staring in amazement at Parrish’s abandoned doublet. The galago sat atop it, right next to his boots. He’d been ready. As the alarm pealed, Gale stomped over to the man, furious. “If he doesn’t come up, you’ve murdered two people instead of one.” “It was wine,” he said, tone sullen, and the thing that made her want to punch him was that it was true: without the scripped bottle bearing Rasa’s name, it was only his word against hers. Lights were cast downward, at the sea on the