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Fara i Viking - Chapter 19
Chapter XIV City of the Gods
It was well past midnight or so they thought, because no one yet knew the length of days nor nights on Asgard but the sun was not yet on the horizon. The stars that glittered between clouds in the sky were in unfamiliar constellations, but space travelers were not troubled by this the way a planet-bound person might be. The crew of the Hofvar gathered everything they could need for exploration of an unknown planet.
For Aleksander, this was his portable scanner, the three strange keys they had already acquired these wrapped carefully in a scrap of cloth and tucked into the inside pocket of his coat and a set of curious looking disk-shaped devices with an array of buttons on one side, an extendable antenna, and the other side coated with adhesive. Tracking devices, he explained when asked, to prevent them from getting lost and to help chart a map of the city ruins.
Eiríkur had similarly outfitted himself with wha
Fara i Viking - Chapter 18
Chapter XVIII - Enemy at the Gates
All five men waited with bated breath as the police vessel slowly opened. The hatch slid open without a sound, far different from the groaning and scraping that always emitted from Hofvar when its hatches opened. Of course, nearly everything about the police vessel was the polar opposite of Hofvar. The police craft was brand new, polished to a shine that was almost blinding under the rays of this planet's alien sun, paint fresh and without a single scratch or smudge. The Hofvar was old and showed its age. The police craft was just as intimidating on its own as it was as a symbol of the government that would happily see the Hofvar and its crew completely destroyed.
The man that stepped off the ship was tall, almost as tall as Berwald. He wore the uniform of a governmental police officer; that crisp, starched khaki jacket with its shiny brass buttons and decorated with various awards and signs of rank that only Tino could recognize and identify.&
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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