NURK LURKS IN DOORWAYS
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"Not with our god it isn't.  Remember, we haven't even been on speaking
terms for the last twenty thousand years or so." -- _God Stalk_
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At that point, it didn't matter to Jame if this was a god, a
hallucination, or the local form of street sanitation; she was out of
the alley the way she had come before the creature had turned the far
corner. -- _God Stalk_
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Overhead, an enormous, grotesque creature scuttled along the walls,
leaving a phosphorescent trail and, at intervals, triumphant
proclamations in schoolboy Kessic that "Edolph the Bat-Wing was here...
and here... and here."
  -- A god's night out. -- _God Stalk_
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...description of a shimmering form that he had just seen flutter past
the end of the street, closely pursued by a priest brandishing what
appeared to be a giant butterly net. -- _God Stalk_
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"Your friend Marc told me I'd probably find the Riverlands reduced to
rubbles, with you in the middle, looking apologetic."
"Er... Sorry." -- Tori and Jame, _Seeker's Mask_
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> I don't understand why you would be afraid of Jame, though, she is quite
> the honorable person.
"Er, the Destruction aspect of the One True God is using Jame as a
drinking straw to blow bubbles into the soda pop of creation; this
would scare me lots and lots. :)" -- Neelakantan Krishnaswami
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"That which can be destroyed by the truth should be." 
 -- Kirien, the Jaran Heir, _Seeker's Mask_
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   A flurry of pale green new leaves leaped into the air and vanished, golden
veins flashing, into the upper mist.
  "But when will they fall?" asked Jame, staring after them.
  "Not until they reach their winter host tree far to the south. They'll
come back in the spring."
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"Is that the River Tone?"
"Nay, that be the sewer outlet."
"But the water is perfectly clear!"
"'Course it is.  Old Sumph and his priests see to that.  We puts it out, they
takes it in.  Eats shit, does old Sumph -- among other things -- and loves it.
You don't believe me, go over to the inner wall sometime and take a look
across his backside."
  Jame reflected that whenever she asked about the gods of Tai-tastigon, she
always seemed to find out more than she wanted to know.
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What an odd reaction, she thought.  Some people apparently liked her god even
less than she did.
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  The first page was covered with hieroglyphs of a completely unknown nature.
So were the second, third, and fourth, up to the twenty-fifth; and every one
of them was written in a different, equally unfamiliar language.  The damn
thing was playing with her.
  "Stop it!" said Jame sharply, rapping it with her knuckles.
  The next page was composed of Kencyr Master Words.  On it, she found the
second set of runes that she had been looking for and, turning back, located
the first where before there had only been an unreadable tangle of lines.
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