𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟱𝟰𝟱
I crack open Wolves of the Calla and begin a chapter titled, "The Dogan, Part 2".
We last left off with Eddie returning to Mid-World after jaunting through a magic door back to NYC. The connections between the two worlds is growing ever-stranger, especially this used book authored by the suspected traitor in Calla Bryn Sturgis.
“𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥. “𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘬𝘢.”
“𝘒𝘢,” 𝘖𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱. “𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘒𝘢, 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘢.”
“𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱,” 𝘑𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺.
“𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘬𝘢,” 𝘖𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺. “𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘈𝘬𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘖𝘺.” 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵.
It was odd to hear so much from Oy. Even odder to hear the audiobook narrator say all that in Oy's voice at 1.5x speed!
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘩. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘖𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴.
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𝘐𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵. 𝘑𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩–𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦.
Jake is exploring where he saw Benny Slightman talking with Andy before he took off in the direction of Thunderclap. Rather dangerous going alone!
𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴... 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘺’𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴’ 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘑𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘺’𝘴.
I've been loathe to guess, but now I suppose the Wolves are also androids like Andy?
“𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘙𝘊 𝘘𝘜𝘈𝘋𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝟣𝟨,” 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘑𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘰... “𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘐𝘚 𝘈 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘜𝘔 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘜𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘠 𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘛. 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘎𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘉𝘈𝘓 𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘠 𝘊𝘖𝘋𝘌. 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘛𝘌𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘋𝘚. 𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘌…𝘌𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛…”
“𝘕𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯,” 𝘑𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥.
“𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘙𝘌𝘊𝘛 𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘠 𝘊𝘖𝘋𝘌. 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘔𝘈𝘠 𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘙𝘠 𝘖𝘕𝘊𝘌. 𝘍𝘐𝘝𝘌…𝘍𝘖𝘜𝘙…𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌…”
“𝘕𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘺-𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦,” 𝘑𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥.
“𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘒 𝘠𝘖𝘜.”
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯.
Ninety-nine?
And on that cliffhanger, I once again must stop reading for the day.
I am now 80% of the way through Wolves of the Calla.
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