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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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. He grabbed Tasslehoff's kicking heels and
began to tug.
The body did not budge. But neither did it disappear.
The blue-covered legs flailed wildly and twisted from
side to side, but the torso did not emerge from the wall
one bit. Denzil tightened his grip and pulled again, hard
this time. Tas's body slid toward him several inches, still
thrashing.
Encouraged, the half-orc looked around for something
to help him gain purchase. He spotted the bookcases on
either side of the opening and, still holding fast to the
kender's legs, Denzil braced his feet against the book-
cases.
Swirls of color and texture engulfed Tasslehoff, spin-
ning around him and turning him end-over-end. His
lungs swelled up as if something were alive inside them,
tingling and tickling him pitilessly. He could see nothing
but spiraling clouds of white and emerald and lavender.
They reminded him of cotton candy. How pretty, he
thought.
He felt at once chilled to the bone by the fog, and moist
and sweaty from humidity and exertion. Hot, cold, hot,
cold! He shivered as if in a fever, his teeth chattering.
Abruptly he stopped spinning and now he began float-
ing, though he still couldn't tell which way was up. He
was no longer capable of struggling or moving himself at
all. He still felt as if he were being stretched until he
would rip into pieces. His feet and his head felt as if they
were miles apart.
Suddenly, he burst through a curtain of rainbows and
landed face down in a pile of pointy, deliciously tart-
smelling gravel
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