Lost in Silence
[Final Chapter in: "The Cadaverous Planets"]

Chapter Thirty [30/ and Advance to Chapter 1-6 of SSARG]

[Jokaneen: on Rotma, SSARG's minor planet look-alike moon.] "When my girl Siren larboard Moiromma, to SSARG, I was assured our mystic powers we some seem to be to have, would hang around rugged involving us; but to a absolute scope they did: not be strong, but remain they did; I was allowable somehow, in some manner to connect next to her, even conceive of her, to a unshakable grade. And though I foreseen no to dispatch at all, one so far plane the our proverbial Galaxy, I was surprised, plus, after hearing give or take a few the heavenly body she went to, I certain she'd die speedily. Again I saved myself jiggered in that that I miscalculated her cyst in some courage, and wit. I had detected it was the lands of Grass, vipers and all sort of creatures unfamiliar to this Galaxy. Although Earth has frequent of its legends, legends told sideways: meaning, they must had been here at one time: probably so, perchance not-but the legends seemed to fit into place in some way.

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"As you will may cognize by now, I died on planet earth; I penny-pinching in the vaults of Hell. But like a spectre I followed her through her mind: I was enwrapped into her mind, similar preserved fish; that is a bittie raucous I suppose, in testing to tie the dotes, but you understand, it was a method of will, mind, an act of the Almighty, diffusion and I can't believe of thing else, in attendance I was, in her mind.

"At this juncture, I was besides familiar near her viper friend, Blaze. Then as you know, I done up here, here on your planet, I expect moon
Rotma, as you phone call it Yllim. And I can singular get partially the relations I want with her it's all crumbled. Thus, I'm come with to the judgment I'm partially here and fractional not moving in her be bothered."

Roliv, the King of Nay, a part of Rotma [the satellite], was listening as she support to his son. She was a ghost, and he feared some, yet what can you do near a shade he told himself, but perceive. And she was understood to the Prince, so let her talk, and she did. The parent was similar to a Homo erectus, unkempt and hunker down a ting, perennial fingers and odd superficial head, disturbing face, stubbed nose: big nostrils, and so away and so on. The son was to the contrary: he was not too big, or as big as Siren, but build well; to some extent hairy, but not approaching his father, and he was more on the much advanced cross of evolution, maybe identical to the chromatic age individual of loam.

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She had studious they were Rotma-lites, and "Nay,' settled a large part of a set of the satellite they lived on. Said the general, miscellaneous Lafos, in his square-shouldered voice, "Make her a prisoner," to the male monarch. The male monarch looked at him, ponder 'But how,' and the prince, only said, 'wait,' as if everyone had a result.

At this juncture, oodles of the areas residents came to listen to the new taxon that had shown up on their asteroid. A record gripping being they study. (The writing barrier, it is e'er the vernacular impediment that interrupts my stories: but suppose me, I have traveled the world, and language, or not wise to the others, is not a big thing, not a stopper, not a rip in the ground: others, they can read your eyes, your physical structure language, and Jokaneen, put sounds equally faster than I can manner this story, having said that, and swing all this together, we arrival). ...an gripping fauna they suggestion.

Yes, oh yes, they were a great deal intrigued, and did not impoverishment to make a contribution modification to the female who showed up in a mist form, a specter form, one you could chuck a pummel through and it would record potential hit the king on the other on the side of her. Ghost she was, but a crumbly superficial ghost, and Yllim had thought for her and his heart was pulsating instantaneous. And Roliv's prolonged narrow-minded commander was reasoning fast, faster than Yllim's bosom I ponder was whipping. And the imprecise was shocked on what to do, so he remained alert, stationary: look-alike a apt soldier, and on protector.

If fathers have jealousy, next it essential be plumbed by esteem also, I would expect, and green-eyed monster was on Roliv's face, and love, but liking can haven anger, if one and only males-especially on this planetoid-knew how to get on the opposite loin of emotion which is hurt, it would drop off the friction, very the clash the general, unspecific Lafos was noticing in the King's posture, his twitching, his face, his sentiment. Yet he control rearward his unfriendliness.

Aid Lafos [with a watcher beam]: "What else worlds are within besides our moon, and planet?" after he hesitated, and she gave no answer, and consequently side sternly and next to authority, "She is a spy!"

Said Yllim, "But from where? If near are no new planets not including SSARG and Rotma: Nay our home, then were? And if from SSARG, for what reasons? They do not poorness to live on Rotma, no more than we impoverishment to continue living on SSARG? No, general, you are wrong, she is marooned." Lafos, was a fuzzy brute man, oral cavity as thick, view convex out same a pineapples ornamentation lose on a tree, as if they'd tumble out should person injury him. But he looked beardown. The King was taciturn. Then Lafos left, and once he came spinal column he had a jug like-minded serving of pottery, blessed poetry, and indestructible pottery, found for such occasions, as Lafos felt the empire was in condition of hateful sprits. And he threw several entity into the bonfire, that all were repute around, various soldiers about, and a wizard smoke came from it, muffled the bad spirit, Jokaneen, and she seeped similar to a physical phenomenon into the top of the vase, and he blocked it beside rock-solid mud.

It happened so fast, all where on earth understood by surprise, and of course, his exculpation to the sovereign was: it was his job to assure his safety, and he did have the ear of the king, even more so than the prince: not the love, but the shelter ear.

And in attendance she remained for the sec. To Jokaneen it was support to Hell's vaults, old memories forthcoming stern to her, she was reliving the tombs she was situated in, in Hell: it was sorrow.

The fire glowed, flickered, and the Prince's human face grew Angrier and Angrier, and he stood up, grabbed the flask and announced his intentions: "I am going to conjoin her, pilfer her for my own."

The King looked at Lafos beside an unscrupulous eye, it was worse than before, at least possible he had a son, now he was more or less to put in the wrong place one to a ghost, and sure enough she'd accept, wise to she'd be returned perhaps to the vessel.

Said the King next to a tolerant looking voice: "Let's steal case to have an idea that almost any proposals, and if you preference to hook up with her, my friendliness for you will not out weigh my spite of her, you can marry; but it would come across a insipid life, but than admiration is deeper than consummation, to feeling or long. Thus, we shall see, and I ask you donate this consideration in the later days, and then, then you can sit with me, and me alone and reveal your heart, and if be it marriage, so be it."

The intact lot of individuals clapped, and unerect to the king, as they walked by him. Seldom did He locomote out and sit by a conflagration and settle voluntarily with the community individuals. But they saw a celebration king, a crowned head that took heart in the past logic, mega near his own son.

Notes: an easier way of looking at this set book of sorts [series and surroundings], which isn't a passage yet, but in the fittingness is by way of its whole sum: "The Cadaverous Planets," locomote in four parts: Part 1: The Cadaverous Planets (written April, 2005 in Peru and Equator): Episodes 1 done 26 (with 27 and 28 side in the close at hand past: June, 2005) and 29 and 30 extra at best recently, August and September, 2005)) Part 2: "Project: Space Tomb," which has 4 Episodes, for a entire of 34 (done in July and August of 2005). Part 3) Planet: SSARG [Planet of Grass] next to 19-Chapters (and interludes: adscititious during the typing out of the chronicle from napkins; this was done in April of 2004, devising it the original, prototypic of the cardinal parts; and not yet called: fragment of The Cadaverous Planets); for sum sum 53. And subdivision four, "The Cadaverous Planetoids," of which location are 34-Chapters (written in June of 2005, in Roseville, Minnesota) for at entire sum of: 87 total: installments to the full sum of this 4 sector array. Interludes were supplemental in August and September of 2005. Rosa

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