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In My New, Imposing Uniform

  • by jenthis “polar madness”
  • cheekbones sharp as blades
  • her gawky way of walking
  • like ink in water
  • like an awkward and unlucky lover

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In my new, imposing uniform I turned to my captive French spy. He cowered before my resplendency like an awkward and unlucky, loverless wretch in a cheap suit.

“Describe the Russian sister who sent you,” I demanded.

Beguiled by the small brass squirrels atop my epaulets, he forgot his earlier filibustering. “Her hair was long and pale blond, liquidy yellow, like ink in water.”

That described both Svetlana and Lyudmila. “Go on,” I said. Behind me, Aloysius was gathering up his many tools while his monk-like cohorts quietly entertained the children.

“Her hips were narrow, which I think added charm to her gawky way of walking.”

Again, that could be either sister.

“She had cheekbones sharp as blades, and shoulder blades round as cheeks. My need to make love to her was like the polar madness I experienced in my youth when l’Academie sent my team to l’Antartique, and I suffer with it still. Our consummation will be my reward for completing my mission.”

He was doing all this for her, whichever sister she was, and he’d never even banged her? This “polar madness” of his must have caused frostbite on his brain.

And I still didn’t know which sister had sent him.

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“What Was Her Name?”

  • by Kentby the time the moon sank away
  • other worker won employee of the month
  • tradition would dictate cod here
  • indeed a hero in the eyes of these men
  • the fact that she had eyelashes

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“What was her name?” I asked the captive. “And don’t waste any breath describing her double-jointed pinkies or the fact that she had eyelashes. Just tell me her name.”

The monastic babysitter cadre whistled and cheered. It seemed I was indeed a hero in the eyes of these men.

“But do you not see?” the French pantomime performer implored. “I never learned her name. And they were quite alike, the sisters, it is true. Only one clue did they give to me about which was which, and that was when we dined together in the train en route in the nighttime to our next show. My angel she ate happily the salmon, but her sister was saying tradition would dictate cod here. And they argue, about this fish and about things I do not know. Only for a moment do they quarrel, and my angel she becomes très quiet, upset to be reminded that the other worker won employee of the month. By the time the moon sank away, I had promised her I would do anything to see her smile once again.”

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Our Hero, Ladies and Gentlemen

As promised, further updates to the cast list of our chain story. This post will just feature the highlights, but the whole cast has been spruced up. You might want to head over there and check it out so that you’re fully in the know.

Let’s start with our protagonist.

Nope, he still doesn’t have a name.

Our Protagonist: Though we have yet to learn this man’s name, we now know that it is five syllables long. As per family tradition, he was born at the North Pole. He is not English, but he is part-Indian, immune to jellyfish stings, and spent at least part of his childhood in a cult. One summer when he was a child, his mother pitted him and his twin brother Jason in daily wrestling matches. He is a graduate of the Hopscotch Academy, with a degree in Advanced Duplicity. While at the Academy he learned how to defend himself against ninjas, how to control the minds of others through an odd vocal technique he calls “hypnotoading,” and also how to break through most hypnotic trances. He learned everything he knows about stealth during his time as a stowaway on a tramp steamer in the South China Sea. He has excellent hearing, and is allergic to seagull feathers. Our hero, who wound up in a career involving both crime and espionage, refers to his intuition as “The Ladies.” He sometimes uses the codename Ludovico, sometimes Winifred. He has the layout of at least one Hall of Mirrors memorized, and can imitate any kind of bird or beast. Unlike his twin, he can sleep anywhere. Thanks to his many prophetic dreams, he knows that his death will not come from being sacrificed by, or to, clowns, nor will it involve clowns at all. He has blue-gray eyes and a super hairy chest. There is a tattoo hidden under his chest hair, given to him by Tessa. It contains, naturally, a hidden message. He lives by the river, if his house hasn’t been washed away in the long time since he’s been home. He is suddenly the father of half-a-dozen children, with more on the way. His wife appointed him proxy husband for her sister’s marriage ceremony and wedding night. Shortly after that she made him a general in the Contrarian armed forces. He is in command of the mountain garrisons in the Paradoxica Region, and has a resplendently spiffy new red uniform with small brass squirrels atop his epaulets, and a square black cap with a silver badge that says “General.” His tongue is covered with a golden tattoo, to commemorate the birth of his first children. It’s a Contrarian thing, obviously.

This dude has a large family, getting larger all the time. You can read about his parents, as well as siblings Thor, Freya, Jemma, and Jemima, Aung Züg, and Uncle Jinx over here. We haven’t learned much new about them lately.

But we do have major updates about some people, and some new additions:

  • Jason: Our protagonist’s identical twin brother, and America’s #1 wedding rapper. He has a lisp, which is a good way to tell the brothers apart. Was thumb-wrestling champion at the Academy for four years running. Even though he was a terrible student, he seems somewhat adept at codes. He has new wrestling moves involving his elbows, and an unusual sprinting technique that involves “throwing his feet in the air.” Before turning to wedding rap, he was known as El Matador during his underground Cancun hip hop phase. He is in love with Kelly, who does not seem to return his affections proportionately. His clown-mime fertility ritual with Tessa was interrupted by our protagonist not being dead. Perhaps is aligned with Tallulah, Taylor, Tara, and Tanya. May have been inducted into the Pinkie Swears, but does not yet have a tattooed pinkie. Last seen in the temple hut on Jove and Jupiter’s island, having sex with Carla.
  • Jim: Our protagonist’s younger brother, and the only twinless sibling in the family. He is a triplet, along with Jemima and Jemma, and they are likely the three of ZsaZsa’s children fathered by the Contrarian Warlord. He has a southern drawl, small feet, and lots of theories about twins. He’s a brunette with a well-defined chin, and very sexy. A hit with all the ladies. Like most of the family he has a grudge against Mother. He claims to never use sex as a distraction while using sex as a distraction. Once worked in a bank with Kelly, the love of Jason’s life, and slept with her. His wife Esmerelda is a Svenborgian Underduchess, so he has Svenborgian diplomatic papers. Even though he’s suspected of murdering his roommates in 9th and 11th grades, and in culinary school, he’s surprisingly good with babies. He’s currently dressing in a blue panda costume to help protect the protagonist’s children.
  • Fleur: Our hero’s dark-haired, blue-eyed wife. It was an arranged marriage, designed to tighten bonds between the US and Contraria, and neither of them are particularly happy with the match. That didn’t stop Fleur from insisting that her husband take part in many elaborate fertility rituals, and she has recently delivered twins. Throughout her pregnancy she kept Viscount Arlo as a lover, but had no qualms about blowing up his horrible baby-shaped submarine when he proved himself duplicitous by attacking her personal aircraft carrier. As the firstborn child of the warlord, she’s in line for the throne. She’s one minute older than her half-brother William, and he’s making kind of a big deal about it. She has narrow shoulder blades, and gets really hot watching our protagonist eat grapes. She trained all of the jellyfish in the Contrarian National Aquarium, and is an accomplished zeppelin pilot. Her tongue is covered with golden tattoos, just like our hero’s, to commemorate the birth of her first children.
  • Isolde: Fleur’s half-sister (they share a mother), our hero’s sister-in-law. He has long had a crush on her and finally had a chance to bed her when Fleur appointed him proxy to Isolde’s toad-like fiance Harry. He took part in a proxy wedding, and then a proxy wedding night. With the guidance of a Contrarian fertility rite expert, he proxy-impregnated her on their proxy wedding night. Isolde is over the moon about carrying “Harry’s” child, and wears the positive pregnancy test as a pendant. Harry is quite jealous about the whole matter, even though it’s all his fault for getting seasick and missing the wedding. Last seen leaving the restaurant atop the zeppelin docking spire in the Inimical Archipelago with Harry.
  • Harry: Isolde’s non-proxy husband. He’s a horrible, toad-like man with a drooping mustache, but Isolde adores him. He is a Junior-Baronet, and rather poor as royalty goes. He is obscenely fond of cheese. Harry was nearly married to someone else in the past, but vomited during the ceremony, which by Contrarian law means that the marriage is annulled and, due to double jeopardy, can never be undertaken again. His seasickness caused him to miss his marriage to Isolde over fear of a repeat performance, so our protagonist stood in as his proxy during the ceremony and wedding night. He will legally be the father of Isolde’s child(ren), but is holding a grudge nonetheless, and is perhaps trying to poison his perceived rival. Last seen leaving the restaurant atop the zeppelin docking spire in the Inimical Archipelago with Isolde.
  • Jove: Our protagonist’s brother. Twin to Jupiter, and together with him rules the rocky unnamed island where the TechnoPagans hang out. Jove is “just over” seven-and-a-half feet tall. He dresses as a ringmaster, and toasts marshmallows with his fiery breath. His wife’s name is Carla. She’s a clown, and she carries him around on her back like a horse. His favorite band is The Stanford Marshmallow Experiment. According to our protagonist, he and Jupiter used to castrate people “all the time.” Below the shack where they live is a deep shaft leading to the sewer, which has lovely swan pedal-boats for your enjoyment. Last seen in the TechnoPagan temple/hut, kissing an upside down Tessa while Carla had aphrodisiac-fueled sex with Jason.
  • Jupiter: Jove’s twin, our protagonist’s brother. Also dresses as a ringmaster and rides around on the back of his own clown wife, although we don’t know her name. His first marriage fell apart when his wife left him at the reception for Uncle Jinx. Last seen in the island shack with his wife.
  • Carla: a clown, married to Jove. Sometimes goes by the name April Fools. Last seen having sex with Jason in the temple hut on her husband’s island.
  • Troy and Trent: another set of twins in the protagonist’s family. We have yet to meet them. Our protagonist thinks they don’t look much like him because he has a different father.
  • William Penn XI: Contrarian Warlord and Supreme Calligrapher. Father of Fleur, step-father of Isolde. Has eleven wives. His sixth wife, Agnes Rose, is Fleur’s mother. His fifth wife, Rose Agnes, is Agnes Rose’s sister, and mother of William XII. She and her bodyguard/lover have formed the Pentagonal Party to try to oust Fleur as heir. William XI is the father of at least three of our protagonist’s siblings, but seemingly not of the protagonist himself.
  • Aunt Xylona: another of ZsaZsa’s sisters. She’s the Mizzenpriestess of the TechnoPagans, flies a biplane, and insists on nudity from her passengers. She’s involved in the proposed Fire Eater-TechnoPagan Alliance. She has an as-yet unnamed husband. Last seen on the now-sunken aircraft carrier, but seems to have escaped in her plane with John.
  • The Twins: Our protagonist’s firstborn children. Their mother is Fleur. The girl was born first, the boy shortly after. Per Contrarian tradition, they will remain unnamed until Fleur is halfway through her next pregnancy. They are a Duchess and a Duke, but their full titles involve birdsong and are over three minutes long when sung by the vice-chancellor of the exchequer.
  • The Quads: Our protagonists quadruplet sons. Their mother is Svetlana. They were born several days after the twins, despite being conceived earlier. They are half-contortionist, which explains how so many of them fit inside their mother’s womb for so long. Svetlana left them with our protagonist, and Fleur was delighted to add them to her royal brood. They are outside the line of succession, and will remain unnamed until after the twins are named, some time in the future.

We’ll finish up with an update on our hero’s many allies and enemies. Some people qualify as both simultaneously! Again, these are just the new characters, and those with major updates.

  • Svetlana: one of John’s sisters. Svetlana is also a contortionist. She and her sister Lyudmila once had a sideshow act. Their costumes featured decorative bullet holes. Now hate each other due to a kerfuffle over the circus’s Employee of the Month award. She has long pale blond hair, sharp cheekbones, round shoulder blades, narrow hips, a scratchy voice, and a predilection for blowguns. She is the subject of an international manhunt which she eluded for years by using her contortionist skills and a harness to secret herself under the clothing of Heinrich Hunter, masquerading as his rotund belly. It’s unclear what Heinrich gets out of the arrangement. Having misunderstood the assignment to collect a sample of our hero’s semen, this former lover of his recently gave birth to his quadruplets. Last seen under Heinrich’s shirt again after giving birth in a tide pool in the Inimical Archipelago.
  • Tesla: one of Tessa’s sisters, with whom she used to pair up against the rest of the brood. She has fair skin and red hair, and spent some time married and living in France but that ended poorly. She vanished when her marriage fell apart, but resurfaced (as it were) aboard the submarine at the Academy’s secret submarine dock. She has small hands, and is less-than-adept at oil painting. Once owned a submarine, but lost it to Captain Jorgensen in a card game. Is involved in the long-rumored Pirate-Mime Brotherhood. After seducing our hero and traversing an underground sewage pipe with him in a swan boat, she is revealed to be the Teslabot, builder of the Tessabot. Unless she’s just pretending, to fool Tessa? Last seen on Jove and Jupiter’s island, at the site of the fire eater/mime massacre.
  • Titania: yet another another of Tessa’s sisters. Titania turned her back on her heritage and joined the circus. She became known as the Crystal Clown, the most deadly clown in the world. She wears poison lipstick, and has a price on her head. Her headquarters are on Gratin Ave, and she is in league with Tesla and Tallulah. Apparently she can be quite nice when she wants to be, because our hero had no qualms about getting it on with her on the beach, even though he knew she was only after a sample of his remarkable semen. Last seen riding away atop her steed Nigel, who is two people in a horse costume.
  • Olga: youngest sister of John, Svetlana, and Lyudmila. She is not the loveliest of the sisters, but looks great in (and out of) a bikini. She’s as double-jointed as a trained mime, and is a mime sympathizer, but has yet to complete her initiation rites. On the beach, in front of John, Svetlana, Heinrich, and a bunch of mime volleyball players, she obtained a sample of our hero’s famed exotic compound, seemingly in a test tube, unless that was a decoy. Last seen darting down the beach with the sample, possibly heading to Xylona’s biplane, possibly heading to mime territory.
  • William Sausage: a reedy-voiced man with a supermodel daughter named Vienna. He was on the submarine with Jason, Tesla, and Jorgensen, and is involved in the Pirate-Mime Brotherhood. Last seen on the sub.
  • Aloysius: an Inimical/Contrarian military tailor. Wears monk-like robes and carries around his own miniature metal forge. Makes heavy use of bone needles.
  • Unnamed French Circus Spy: wears a sequined bodysuit, claims to have been sent by a Russian female contortionist to collect a sample of the prized semen, but might be lying. His accent suggests he’s from a backwater in the Lorraine region.

Animosity Between Lyudmila and Svetlana

  • by jenstill held some liquid
  • watching her all the time
  • not good enough to own such a fancy car
  • hot, reeking scent of their blood
  • Like a real gentleman.

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Animosity between Lyudmila and Svetlana boiled over from time to time, but however much froth and steam they created, the vessel of their joint hatred still held some liquid, and there was always the danger that it would erupt again. That animosity traced back to their circus days. Due to their extreme flexibility, the ringmaster treated them as a single unit. It was difficult for the sisters to always be in such close quarters: entwined together inside a single suitcase: limbs intertwined as they were made to share a single cot, a single shower cubicle, a single berth on the train. Each felt that her sister was watching her all the time, watching and judging. It all came to a head when Svetlana was awarded Employee of the Month, an honor that included a medal ceremony and the keys to a new Lada. Lyudmila was incensed. She felt that Svetlana on her own was not good enough to own such a fancy car, that the two of them were a package deal, and the only reason Svetlana won was because she’d lately been sleeping with both the ringmaster and the lion tamer. Lyudmila confronted Svetlana about her perceived duplicity, and the sisters began to fight. Being contortionists, their fight choreography was like nothing anyone had ever seen before, and they quickly drew a crowd. Before long they each had black eyes and nosebleeds. The hot, reeking scent of their blood enraged the performing animals. The lion tamer and his wife, the tiger tamer barely kept their cats under control long enough for the ringmaster to disperse the audience. In his fury, the ringmaster fired both sisters, and threw them out with only the costumes on their backs, and no severance pay. Like a real gentleman.

But if the sisters had been fired from the circus and never worked together again, then how could my French prisoner have eaten fish with them on the train? Unless he had been lying to me all along.

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I Loomed Over the Acrobat

  • by Kentdistributed bellbottoms and cocaine
  • what they would later discover to be toothpaste
  • they get quite good at it
  • trouble with the opposite sex
  • kissing for an hour, or how ever long it is

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I loomed over the acrobat, initiating a staring contest to keep him cowed while I thought this through. That he’d lie about who sent him was hardly surprising, but he was trying to pin something on Svetlana or Lyudmila specifically. He’d learned a lot about them, just about everything except for their names.

He blinked. I sneered triumphantly, but in truth my corneas felt like salted raisins and I was glad to be able to shut my own lids for a moment. But I had to project strength. I was a General!

There were several possible groups this French (if he was really French) fop might be working for. There was the Fifty-Fours, who distributed bellbottoms and cocaine along the circus-train routes. There was Hepcat Peccadillo, a radical artists’ collective that forced the evacuation of three different embassies, flummoxing bomb squads with what they would later discover to be toothpaste. There were too many others to list them all. These organizations recruit the misfits and loners, they get quite good at it over the years, focusing on subjects whose fashion sense causes them trouble with the opposite sex.

I fixed my prisoner with a steely gaze once again. “What did she promise you, then? How did she compel your service? Was it money? Prestige? Or carnal rewards?”

He smirked. “When next I see her, we will be kissing for an hour, or how ever long it is being enjoyable to be kissing. That seems like a long time to me, but she made her voice very sexy when she said it and I agreed.”

Now I knew he was lying. Neither of the sisters would have been able to say that with a straight face. They hated kissing.

“You might want to stop wasting my time,” I said in a low, menacing voice.

“And you might be curious to know what has been going on in your absence,” the acrobat/spy simpered.

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The Spy’s Words

  • by jentried to get to sleep again
  • separated from his wife after falling in love with a young actress
  • struggled with the question of last names
  • musky cologne with a hint of whisky
  • the poop problem

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The spy’s words reminded me that Fleur and Jim had been alone together for quite some time, one floor above my head. My curiosity was roused, and no matter how much I wished it had tried to get to sleep again, it stayed awake. Jim was a source of never-ending drama in our family. The first time he married, he separated from his wife after falling in love with a young actress on his honeymoon. The second time, he and his young actress wife struggled with the question of last names and who should take whose, and their marriage ended after only a month. Now he was married to Esmerelda, but, as always, had a roving eye. And the last time I’d seen Esmerelda she was having sex with my father. Did Jim know about that?

I menaced the spy for a few more minutes so that he wouldn’t know his remark got to me, then I signaled to the warrior-monks holding my children to follow me up the stairs.

I was half-expecting to walk in on Fluer and Jim banging it out, but that isn’t what I saw at all. When I entered the room where I’d left them, there was no sign of Jim. Fleur sat at the table, wearing Jim’s blue panda suit and a dreamy smile. The panda head sat beside her half-mug of coffee.

“Where’s Jim?” I asked.

“He’s on a mission,” Fluer said with a happy sigh. “Did you know that this mascot suit smells just like him? Musky cologne with a hint of whisky.”

“Why are you wearing the panda suit, Fleur?”

“Jim had to borrow my clothes for his mission. He couldn’t very well wear the panda suit. You know, because of the poop problem.” She patted herself down with her big panda paws. “There’s no trapdoor in this thing, and Jim needs to be able to move fast.”

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I Knew It Would Be Useless To Ask

  • by Kentthe diamond in the hoo-ha
  • and a big kiss
  • if the opera house isn’t your proper hemisphere
  • living near the Nile
  • unsecured thigh high stockings

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I knew it would be useless to ask, but I couldn’t restrain myself. “What is this mission of Jim’s?”

“He couldn’t tell me the details,” Fleur said in a hushed voice. She hunched down in the panda suit and put a paw over her mouth, so the infatuated giggle-fit couldn’t get out. I saw it in her eyes, their intense blue made preternatural by the color of the costume. “What most surprised me was how sexy he looked in my gown,” she murmured behind her fuzzy blue paw. “You know the one I mean, with the sapphires across the chest and the diamond in the hoo-ha. Jim put that on, then left me with nothing more than a hearty thank-you and a big kiss on the lips.”

“Wait, Jim kissed you?” I asked. She nodded, her eyes rolling back in delirium at the memory.

“Does that make you jealous?” she stage-whispered.

In fact, jealousy was not what the news inspired. But I was going to be angry at Jim if my suspicions proved accurate. I wondered if he had bothered to develop a new trigger phrase. I licked my lips before speaking.

“Shouldn’t your husband be jealous about such things? You act as if the the opera house isn’t your proper hemisphere.”

Fleur sat up straight and stared blankly ahead. I thought, Dammit, Jim! She’s my wife, not a sleeper agent!

This was a possible clue to his mission, because he’d learned this hypnotic technique while he was living near the Nile and associating with a particular band of software pirates. He was probably headed for a rendezvous with those scallawags, and I wanted to intercept him. Maybe the fancy bejeweled gown would slow him down?

Peeking inside the blue panda costume, I confirmed that Fleur still wore her garter belt, but virtually nothing else.

Well, brother, I mused, let’s see how fast you can run in unsecured thigh high stockings.

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As Brothers Do

  • by jenliked to tease me and torment me
  • Darling, what’s wrong?
  • the two Mrs Overtons
  • strangest sense of detachment
  • no human intervention

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As brothers do, Jim liked to tease me and torment me. His hypnotism of my wife fit this lifelong pattern. While most people would expect the husband in this instance to be overcome with concern and say vapid things like, “Darling, what’s wrong?” , Jim had learned during my affair with the two Mrs Overtons that that wasn’t my style. He would expect me to maintain the strangest sense of detachment, the sort that no human intervention could perturb. How should I subvert his expectations and thwart his cunning plan?

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“Come With Me”

  • by KentTomorrow, I infect him.
  • unnatural and unusual
  • I suggested putting on 15 pounds
  • interspersed with the flashing colors of magnificent silks and furs and feathers
  • “Don’t juice my fruit.”

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“Come with me,” I told Fleur. She stood and put the blue panda head on.

We ascended the winding stairs up from the prison’s basement, the monk contingent trailing along with the brood. I muttered my dark intentions toward my brother on the way up. “Today, I catch him. Tomorrow, I infect him.” Jim had a well-documented susceptibility to the wet-willy virus, an unnatural and unusual delusion that rendered him willing to obey any command if told it would cure him. He never did forgive me for the time I suggested putting on 15 pounds.

Of course, the zeppelin was gone. Jim had stolen it.

“Is there any other way off this island?” I asked. The blue panda nodded.

“Well?” I prompted.

Fleur’s muffled voice said, “Now is the annual migration of the megaswans, whose passage through the water creates mists and ripples interspersed with the flashing colors of magnificent silks and furs and feathers.”

“Swans have fur?”

“Megaswans. But, not really. It’s faux.”

“Okay. How do we ride them?”

The panda shook its head. “Oh, we can’t.”

“Don’t juice my fruit.” I doubted she got the reference, it being Academy slang. But it seemed she understood the intent.

“When the megaswans migrate, the fishing fleet sends its catamarans into the shoals around the prison. We can hitch a ride if we can get down to the shore.”

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The Zeppelin Docking Spire Atop the Prison

  • by jenballoon releases and candlelight vigils
  • If you’d asked me three years ago
  • took a bite of a donut
  • Black. Like a tattoo.
  • dark blue eyes and a beautiful belly

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The zeppelin docking spire atop the prison was the traditional spot for balloon releases and candlelight vigils on important Inimical holidays. There was a small yet ornate royal viewing box. I left Fleur and the babies there with a contingent of warrior monk nannies to await the arrival of the next zeppelin. If you’d asked me three years ago, or even one!, if I would ever worry about anyone’s safety as much as my own, I would have laughed while I took a bite of a donut. Now, the children meant everything to me. I had to stop Jim, and I couldn’t do that with my wife and six infants in tow.

I tried to explain my reasoning to Fleur and she gave me the darkest look. Black. Like a tattoo. “You had better not be running off to meet a lover with dark blue eyes and a beautiful belly to carry your children.”

That was awfully specific.

“I must stop Jim,” I said. I kissed my wife on the lips, and all six babies on the foreheads. Then I straightened my General cap and bounded down the stairs to make my way to the shoreline. The megaswans were on the move.

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