Helping someone discover a gift they didn’t know they had is exhilarating. And terrifying. On the one hand, you’re changing their life forever. On the other hand, you’re, well, changing their life forever.
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The Wishing Map
Chapter Eighteen: Spiffwits and Storysmiths (Continued)
Previously: Deciding the only way to escape from Naimian was to teach the naims how to be storysmiths, Zack invited their most talented “pretenders” to meet with him.
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He arrived at the Great Chamber to find two hundred of Root Naimian’s best pretenders already assembled. “What’s that?” he asked, pointing at an un-carved panel in the twelve foot high ceiling.
It was as if he’d asked, “What’s the square root of pigeon?” A naim youth two or three years older than Zack replied, “It’s nothing, Master Zaggyzim, because its story hasn’t been told yet.”
Zack sighed. He pointed at an aqua colored streak in the rainbowwood grain and asked, “Do you see the river?”
Tick, tick, tick, tick…ding!
“Oh, yes, Master Storysmith, plain as your toes, now…
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