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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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. Phineas
froze, unable to see or think. Something struck him in
the chest, then struck him again. Suddenly, he was sur-
rounded by a storm of shrieking, flapping, hairy things.
He squeezed his eyes shut and flailed mindlessly at the
unidentifiable horror that assaulted him from every
direction. "Trapspringer, help me!" he screamed. Phineas
felt something settle on his neck. Terror tightened around
his rib cage, and his breath came in shallow gulps. He
slapped furiously in the darkness at the thing on his neck,
nearly knocking himself senseless.
Suddenly, the attack slackened. He felt fewer and
fewer creatures banging into him. He heard their distant
cries as they found their way through the rooms to the
outside.
"Trapspringer?" Phineas said tentatively. He heard
movement to his right. The human froze.
"Wow," breathed the kender's voice at last. "That was
something, eh? Those bats sure were anxious to leave."
The kender struggled to his feet. "The lantern must have
gone out when they knocked me down and I hit my
head. Are you all right?"
Phineas could feel his cheeks growing warm. He
hoped the kender hadn't heard his foolish cry for help.
"Fine, fine," he said lamely. "Don't worry about me."
Trapspringer fumbled with the lantern. In moments, it
blazed again. The side of Trapspringer's face was
bruised, his graying topknot in disarray as he looked
around the room. "No more doors. Damaris obviously
isn't here."
"Obviously," Phineas repeated. "Let's get out of here."
"I'm sure it's safe now
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