Pick passages from five of your favorite books. The first book's passage should come from the fifth page, the second from the tenth, the third from the fifteenth, the fourth from the twentieth, and the fifth from the twenty-fifth. Do not give the titles and see if your flist guesses the books.
"He really hates that 'beam-me-up-Scotty' spell," Nita said.
"Yeah, when it bends space, it makes him itch...."
When he'd started from Ibra, his head had been full of plans for how to ask the Dowinger Provincara for a place, for old times' sake, in her household. At the foot of her table. Something, anything at all so long as it was not too hard. His ambition had dwindled as he'd slogged east over the mountain passes into the cooler heights of the central plateau. Maybe her castle-warder or her horse-master would grant him a place in her stables, or a place in her kitchen, and he need not intrude upon the great lady at all. If he could beg a place as a scullion, he wouldn't even have to give his real name. He doubted anyone was left in her household by now who'd know him from the charmed days when he'd served the late Provincar dy Baocia as a page.
"There, that's better. Man, I thought you were going to walk out on me."
"I'm not a man."
He cast his eyes upon her. "So I've noticed."
She was wearing a bulky fur coat--imiation raccoon or something vulgar like that--and his innocent lechery made her smile again. "In this thing you couldn't tell.
"Oh yeah, I can tell," he said. He put an arm around her and kissed her. At first she wasn't going to kiss back, but of course she did.
"I'm sorry I scared you," he said, and rubbed her nose companionably with his own before letting her go. He held up the mask. "I thought you'd get a kick out of it. I'm gonna wear it in homeroom Friday."
"Oh, Johnny, that won't be very good for discipline."
"I'll muddle through somehow," he said with a grin. And the hell of it was, he would.
He was a loathsome little creature: he paddled a small boat with his large flat feet, peering with pale luminous eyes and catching blind fish with long fingers, and eating them raw. He ate any living thing, even orc, if he could catch it and strangle it without a struggle. He possessed a secret treasure that had come to him long ages ago, while he lived still in the light: a ring of gold that made its wearer invisible.
"It's one of the basic rules of breeding," she said. "You see it all the time with dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there'll be something wrong with the pup--"
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