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Prince Winter: 2. The Six Embassies
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Sunday, December 20, 2009. 2 The Six Embassies. Queen Sophie was in her pains, and King Bruno was holding her hand, when a quaking messenger arrived at the door of the chamber with a word from the palace gate. The king's steward, or personal assistant, received it with consternation. Waving the messenger off, he sat down behind the king's chair and whispered in His Majesty's ear. Said the king. "Fetch that fellow back in here and let me hear it from him.". What message, my lord? It is their way," King Br...
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The Magic Quill: October 2009
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Sunday, October 18, 2009. Runners-up: Joe and TWZRD. Harvey sighed when he saw it. He shook his three heads, and one of them said: "This place needs a house-elf's touch.". A noise like a pistol-shot rang off the walls and windows. Several of Harvey's prisoners flinched. But it was, after all, only Dinty the house-elf, appearing with a blue-and-white striped handkerchief tied somewhat in the manner of a sumo wrestler's mawashi. He made three bows, one to each of his master. What's this you're wearing?
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The Magic Quill: July 2010
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010. 175 The Hag Bride. Harvey found himself in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, standing just below the dais where the head table belonged. Instead of the house tables, rows of chairs filled the room, with an aisle down the center carpeted by a strip of avocado-green taffeta. The chairs closest to the aisle were decorated with nosegays of shockingly ugly flowers, most of them either venomous or redolent of spoiled meat. What, Harvey wondered, had he gotten himself into? The more Harvey stu...
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The Magic Quill: 177. Werewolf Puppy Mills
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Sunday, January 16, 2011. 177 Werewolf Puppy Mills. The island was very small, very beautiful, and very quiet. The djinn sat down hard, crushing an iguana that had been sneaking up in the hope of biting him. What the devil is this? The hooded wizard demanded, gesturing toward the wall of water that surrounded the smaller portion of the island. Dunno," said the djinn, squinting blearily at a paper umbrella he had discovered about his person. "Pimple on face of t'ocean? The wizard dipped his fingers in the...
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The Magic Quill: 175. The Hag Bride
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010. 175 The Hag Bride. Harvey found himself in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, standing just below the dais where the head table belonged. Instead of the house tables, rows of chairs filled the room, with an aisle down the center carpeted by a strip of avocado-green taffeta. The chairs closest to the aisle were decorated with nosegays of shockingly ugly flowers, most of them either venomous or redolent of spoiled meat. What, Harvey wondered, had he gotten himself into? The more Harvey stu...
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The Magic Quill: December 2009
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Tuesday, December 22, 2009. Just before silence fell, one of the oboists muttered: "My, Bernard, but what a big baton you have! All the better," Landstein purred, "to beat. er, time with.". Black and blue," a horn player mouthed behind the bell of his horn. Let's pick it up," the conductor said, scanning the score with what momentarily looked like a glance of desperation, "at Rehearsal Number 61. A-one, a-two, a-one two three.". Yes, Mister. er.". What does the score say, Miss.". Where does it say Boing?
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The Magic Quill: March 2010
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Monday, March 29, 2010. 172 Sadie's Wine Flight. Contest winner: Linda Carrig. Sadie muttered something highly uncomplimentary about the ring of Count Matthias as she climbed another steep street in Lisbon. Her head was fuzzy from drinking too much wine, an occupational hazard of searching every wine cellar in the city for signs of a genie. People would. Charm and brought a whole rack of priceless wine bottles crashing down. Then there was the Mosteiro dos Jerónimos. The ghosts in the Torre de Belém.
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The Magic Quill: May 2010
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Saturday, May 22, 2010. 173 Dance of the Fauns. The arrival of a tall stranger wrapped in a cloak, his face hidden in the shadow of a hood, had the usual result on the patrons of Talia's inn. Most days, the arrival of any stranger at all was enough to stop conversation. Long experience had taught Talia's patrons to assume, when they saw a hooded and cloaked stranger, that he was someone not to be crossed, someone not to be trusted, someone up to no good. Looking for something special? During the next sev...
