"Shall I mangle this churl's leg, Hantis?" — Pul the Grik-Dog, final chapter, W.O.K.
My wife is sick. My kid is sick. I'm sick (well, sort of... morbidly interested in my own list of petty ailments, anyway.) The economy is down, and ducks are flying east for Spring.Labels: Good Friday
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grikdog, n., a guardian (see James H. Schmitz, Witches of Karres)
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