"I mean, look at this." Jova swept an arm out toward the sky, which was slightly cloudier than it had been earlier. "So much to know, so much to imagine. It's literally endless."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Jova whirled, rifle at the ready. "Who the devil are you?" he demanded.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Jova had been open to one person joining his little expedition, but a second seemed a little risky. "We might be," he said warily, not lowering the gun. Too much was riding on this for him to risk losing the item. "Why? Who are you?"
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Nothing" Amoku raised his hands innocently. Then, he smiled thoughtfully, "I'm Amoku. Previously someone else. This place gets really dangerous at night, right? Just suggesting that you should be prepared."
"My good man." Jova's mustache twitched, and he drew himself up to his full height. "I have been preparing for this journey for the better part of the past six months. There is nothing I have not reviewed and taken into account."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"I'm not saying you weren't prepared for the marsh itself, but," said Amoku, but he couldn't help letting out a little smirk, "I just meant . . . are you sure you're prepared for the . . . inhabitants of this swamp?"
"I should certainly hope so," Jova scoffed, cocking his gun. "I've got a weapon, haven't I? The question is, my good chap, are you prepared?"
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Be happy, my friend; and if you obey me in this one request, remain satisfied that nothing on earth will have the power to interrupt my tranquility." — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
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