Sometimes we catch glimpses of a Plan far bigger than our own at work, a Plan that includes us, whether we chose it or not.
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The Wishing Map
Chapter Eighteen: Spiffwits and Storysmiths
Previously: Zack was spirited away by naims (gnomes). Meanwhile his sister Gina, who’d gotten drunk accidentally, is about to learn she is alone.
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Gina wished two things when she awoke that morning. First, to know where she was. Wish granted. It only took a moment to recall the events of the previous night: the fall into Ismara, the watery rescue, her six trips to the meeth bowl. Second, she wished she were dead, because she had the worst headache in human history. She also had the dry heaves, the thing that happens when there’s nothing left in your stomach so your body throws itself up. It was late afternoon by the time she dragged herself out of her straw-filled bed, quasi-barfed, and shuffled toward the cheery little white-washed…
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