Saturday, May 15, 2021
Welcome, my chuckaboos. I hope everyone is safe and well. The Delta Pearl is back. By way of review, here’s a link to the most recent episode. This new installment also ties back to Chapter 67 — View.
This time I was able to use a random reader thing. It is evening gloves, left by GP Cox, months ago.
The steampunk riverboat awaits.
The Delta Pearl
Chapter 73 — Unbend
Grinding gears sounded not too far away. It was the same growl-like sound I had heard earlier, just before the woman’s voice drew Malachite away. Abruptly I remembered the scene I had watched through the telectroscope while I was on the Delta Pearl.
As I watched, the deep grinding noise got louder. With a metal clank, two big spotted paws came onto the table where the book lay. The spots were from gemstone inlayed on the machinery.
“Leopard jasper,” I murmured as I stared apprehensively.
To my astonishment a jungle cat rose up into view. Never had I seen a clockwork so large! Its “growl” was like the coarse grinding of gears followed by a quick sound like the gears abruptly stopping — gee-peh.
Crouched beside the table, I wasn’t sure what scared me more, the strange woman, still unseen, who spoke of voodoo and knew my name, or a very large mechanical leopard.
“Émeraude, don’t dawdle. I need your help to patch him up. Blue John has lost a lot of blood, and he refuses to let me use a gris gris to help him,” the woman urged in a heavy Cajun accent.
The name Blue John was enough to make me abandon my feeble attempt at hiding. Though I admit that I hesitated once more, when I heard the sound of what I assumed was the clockwork leopard drawing slowly closer. Along with the growl, a dry muffled sound. Was the leopard dragging something?
Swallowing hard, started to unbend my awkward posture. As my eyes skimmed across the table, I saw the satin evening gloves the speaker wore. Peridot, the clockwork butterfly sat on her hand, almost like a large ring. Encouraged by the sight of the little clockwork creature, I stood.
Then I saw the woman.
I tried so hard to stifle the scream that welled up in my throat, that I had to clasp my hand over my mouth.
End Chapter 73
Yes, I know… stop yelling. I did it again…
Dead of Winter — The Journeys
If you said you didn’t want to read Dead of Winter until there were several installments available, well… Emlyn, the Deae Matres, and company would love to make your acquaintance. Also, Journey 5 ends on a true cliffhanger.
Journey 5, Llyn Pistyll Falls
Journey 4, The Old Road
Journey 3, the Fever Field
Journey 2, Penllyn
Journey 1, Forlorn Peak
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