tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26994572446541432.post5421263787398868768..comments2023-03-22T03:06:27.625-07:00Comments on Beasts of New York: 83. A Murder of CrowsJonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17475458068193351080noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26994572446541432.post-66801910616540479052009-11-03T16:28:36.799-08:002009-11-03T16:28:36.799-08:00I think I know what happens... The ball goes to th...I think I know what happens... The ball goes to the kabooti man, the tiger is freed, kabooti man makes all the crows go around in a circle like the pigeons and patch somehow kills the king beneath.. ta da!!Phayonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17183919967853159692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26994572446541432.post-26406634602892411432007-10-16T07:28:00.000-07:002007-10-16T07:28:00.000-07:00Would that have been a "catseye" marble that Patch...Would that have been a "catseye" marble that Patch was looking into, by chance? :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26994572446541432.post-32480020017495232532007-10-14T19:30:00.000-07:002007-10-14T19:30:00.000-07:00Heh. I am very, very, very pleased to hear that; i...Heh. I am very, very, very pleased to hear that; it's exactly the kind of reaction this chapter was supposed to elicit.Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17475458068193351080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26994572446541432.post-37959738170224950362007-10-14T06:46:00.000-07:002007-10-14T06:46:00.000-07:00He caught a momentary whiff of a rich, feral scent...<I>He caught a momentary whiff of a rich, feral scent. [...] He walked over and discovered a small glass ball, half-buried in the dirt, with a strange patterned and multicoloured double helix trapped within.</I><BR/><BR/>Oh, hohohohohohohohahaha.<BR/><BR/>Yow.<BR/><BR/>I caught the import of this even as I was reading it, I got chills and scalp crawlies (though, the good kind, like the kind I get when John MacLean is about to do something absolutely insane, but you know it's going to work.) and actually chortled out loud.<BR/><BR/>The sort of feeling you get when you're facing down a gang of thugs and you're back is up against the wall and you suddenly remember "Oh, that's right! I'd totally forgotten about this 40 gigawatt phased plasma rifle in my back pocket!"perlhaqrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01920117742664645165noreply@blogger.com