Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Spadina streetcar, freshly shaved on the other side of a weekend.

Caucasian male, mid 30s, with shaggy brown hair, glasses, squared nose and absent chin, the boyishness of his cherub cheeks melting into his father's neck.

The Icewind Dale by R.A. Salvatore (Wizards of the Coast)

Near the middle:

Assassin Artemis Entreri whisks his kidnapped victim, Regis the halfling, south to Calimport and into Pasha Pook's vengeful hands. If Pook can control the magical panther Guenhwyvar, Regis will die in a real game of cat and mouse.
Saturday night. His wife is at the movies with co-workers. Tomorrow, they'll wake up to the paper and pancakes. Maybe she'll sleep a bit late. Banana slices. The good syrup. Freshly ground coffee. Jr. A bouncing baby. The dogs will have been walked. 10:00 am. Day will feel done. And he'll wonder, as he does every Sunday morning, why his father wouldn't want to see his grandson for the first time.

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