Thursday, November 06, 2008
Nanowrimo Day 6 - 10,065
I broke 10,000! 1/5 of the way there feels like an accomplishment!
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It was the largest cabin Callista had ever seen. A sprawling three-story thing with walls of huge logs, so dark they seemed black. The cabin looked like a dozen different architects had conspired against it, each one trying to see how much farther interlocking logs could be stretched. There was a ridiculous turret on one side, and a severe, cathedral-like front with a roof pitched at an impossible angle. Callista found herself wondering how anyone had shingled it, and what brave souls risked so much for the sake of shingling.
“You must have fearless, selfless roofers in these parts,” she mumbled to Lyle.
He cocked his head to one side. “I don’t pretend to follow, Miss Grey.”
“Lyle, you can call me Callista. But never Cal. Cal is a criminally underweight girl with a boy’s haircut and a filthy mouth.”
“I have been formally put on notice.”
Callista pointed to the roof. “It’s just so steep.”
Lyle followed her gaze. “John Two had a powerful conviction that werewolves were loathe to enter buildings with overly steep roofs. I believe he also thought the creatures had a fear of your more gothical structures as well. That’s the only thing I can figure for putting a turret on a log cabin, anyway.”
# posted by Michael : 8:50 PM
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