WIP: Dylan and the Dream Pirates
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jasonandrewI ended up adding an extra chapter in the book. Mostly because of the distrust that most of the characters possess of each other and one character never shuts up and still manages to keep his secrets. But I suppose that is the nature of cats.
I'm just happy because I managed to slip in a little bit of Lovecraft.
“Have the Alfar ever traded with these T’lak?” Dylan asked.
Olaf shook his head. “These waters are unfriendly to the Alfar. I’ve never sailed this far,” he admitted. His eyes were wide with concern, but he would never admit it in front of his men. “We build the best ships. Sailors from everywhere come to our yards. If there were beasts like that we would have heard tales.”
“Grimalkin has no reason to lie now. Especially since we’re a few hours off the island,” Dylan said. “We should be prepared for the worse, I suppose.”
Olaf laughed without mirth. “Aye, and if this is a trap, I want to be near that cat. I promised my littlest daughter that I would bring her back a nice pair of fur boots.”
Grimalkin held up his arm as though examining the quality of his gray pelt and nodded as though he approved of Olaf’s taste in design. Dylan ignored the posturing. “You can hear things from the moon? Secrets?”
The cat’s ears raises mischievously. When he spoke, he never moved his eyes off Olaf. “All cats possess this ability in this world and every other. It is why it is forbidden for men to harm a single cat in Ulthar for fear that we will tell their secrets.”
I'm just happy because I managed to slip in a little bit of Lovecraft.
“Have the Alfar ever traded with these T’lak?” Dylan asked.
Olaf shook his head. “These waters are unfriendly to the Alfar. I’ve never sailed this far,” he admitted. His eyes were wide with concern, but he would never admit it in front of his men. “We build the best ships. Sailors from everywhere come to our yards. If there were beasts like that we would have heard tales.”
“Grimalkin has no reason to lie now. Especially since we’re a few hours off the island,” Dylan said. “We should be prepared for the worse, I suppose.”
Olaf laughed without mirth. “Aye, and if this is a trap, I want to be near that cat. I promised my littlest daughter that I would bring her back a nice pair of fur boots.”
Grimalkin held up his arm as though examining the quality of his gray pelt and nodded as though he approved of Olaf’s taste in design. Dylan ignored the posturing. “You can hear things from the moon? Secrets?”
The cat’s ears raises mischievously. When he spoke, he never moved his eyes off Olaf. “All cats possess this ability in this world and every other. It is why it is forbidden for men to harm a single cat in Ulthar for fear that we will tell their secrets.”