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Tin Horses and Paper Planes 4...rose?
A sound, drifting up into nothing.
Ambrose?

It was a good word, he decided. Ambrose. Amb'r Oess. Song of the Second Moon Rising.
Now where had that come from?
...ou awake?
Waking always required a certain amount of reconstruction. First, self-awareness, which always came in a small, surprised moment of 'Oh - I am!' Then other things would settle into place, some easily, others with a degree of effort: The events of a previous day. The knowledge that rain fell downwards. The word for spoons. He'd become quite adept at putting everythin Tin Horses and Paper Planes 4
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Tin Horses and Paper Planes 3For a crowded half-hour, Glitch's room became a concentrated hub of activity. The task of moving the unconscious zipperhead had been allocated to a couple of palace guards, who had used a folded blanket to form a makeshift stretcher. Wyatt had stayed with them all the way up the stairs, following close at their heels like a sheepdog driving an errant flock. He had offered to carry Glitch himself, to use the servants' staircase and save Glitch the indignity of being paraded up the grand stairs, but the doctor had waved away his concerns and they'd ascended the staircase accompanied by a susurrus of curiosity. Now the guards filed out, leaving Tin Horses and Paper Planes 3
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Tin Horses and Paper Planes 2"It wasn't a regular glitch." Wyatt exhaled, frustrated, and tried to remember that this man was a guest of the Queen and that thumping him in the ear wasn't the kind of behaviour they encouraged at the palace. "I've seen enough of 'em to know. Sure, he's forgetful, and he couldn't find his way out of a room with one door. And there's the pally... whatever you called it-"
"Palilalia," the doctor interjected smoothly, although the ex-Tin Man's manner was beginning to disrupt his carefully-manufactured display of unruffled calm. "The involuntary repetition of a word or sent-"
"Glitches." Wyatt cut him off firmly. "That Tin Horses and Paper Planes 2
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Tin Horses and Paper Planes 1The ball was already well underway when Wyatt Cain arrived. He made no attempt to dismount at first, content to sit and let his policeman's eye absorb the scene around him. Here, close to the mountains, the air was cool and crisp, and it stirred the grass restlessly as Wyatt surveyed his surroundings, shining waves rippling up the hillside towards the trees. An East wind's an ill wind, he thought absently, then dismissed the thought for the superstitious farm-boy nonsense that it was. The Cain ranch, domain of his martinet father, was far behind him now and the time he'd spent in the prickly bosom of his family had only served to show him tha Tin Horses and Paper Planes 1
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...in the Absence of Apples.Trees didn't talk.

Glitch was fairly certain about this, even though something in the deeper recesses of his mind whispered in a frail and ghostly voice about branches that moved when there was no breeze, and a place he had once been to, where the apple trees would hurl windfalls if provoked into a state of indignation. No apples here, though. No apples anywhere, even though he wanted one so much that he could taste it - the first sharp-sour bite that flooded the tongue with juice - he swallowed, imagining his hand closed around the apple's glossy skin and the tart, fresh scent of it on the air.
He gave a wistful si ...in the Absence of Apples.
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c plus i over a plus bee."Is there something you'd like to tell me, Ambrose?"
He didn't answer at once - he was staring past his father at his reflection. There it was, watching him from one of the panels of painted glass that ran down the length of the airy room. His mother's love of colour showed itself best in here, in swirls of translucent butterflies, blown blossom-like across the windows, and flights of glorious, impossible birds that fanned their tails and spread their wings to reveal vermillion throats and varicoloured feathers.
Ambrose looked back at himself, a ghost-figure stained in red and gold, and wished for a moment that he co c plus i over a plus bee.
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Journal Entry: Tue Oct 13, 2009, 6:51 AM

I'm spreading my fic-writing tentacles far and wide in a bout of shameless self-publicity

You can now also find my Tin Man fics, plus occasional bonus bits of nonsense like this, on my Livejournal. I've also signed up for an account on FanFiction.Net

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