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Damon Blackley
Private Lessons
Chapter 1 Page 5
Damon Blackley
Private Lessons
Chapter 1 Page 5
"Okay," responded Damon simply. Virtually forgetting his nervousness and fear, the boy wandered the gloomy den, examining its shelves, countertops and walls.
Eventually, he came across a particular figurine that caught his fancy. It was a small humanoid shape carved into a black stone. He stretched his arm instinctively to touch it, but his friend hissed him still.
'Be careful, child,' whispered Boda, where it drooped from the overhead light fixture like so much black taffy. 'Touch it only if you will take it. Take it only if you will keep it secretly.'
Damon's fingers had snapped back hesitantly, and he started to suck his fingers, again, but stopped. His friend, he well knew, would not be happy to see it. Finally, he reached out to fold the tiny figure into his little palm. Its texture was smooth and glassy. Its weight was considerable, given its size. Its feel was cool and hard. With a boyishly eager delight, he held it up to a moonbeam streaming through the French doors, and he admired it covetously.
'Place it deep into your pocket, and keep it in a safe, hidden place, when you get home.'
Eventually, he came across a particular figurine that caught his fancy. It was a small humanoid shape carved into a black stone. He stretched his arm instinctively to touch it, but his friend hissed him still.
'Be careful, child,' whispered Boda, where it drooped from the overhead light fixture like so much black taffy. 'Touch it only if you will take it. Take it only if you will keep it secretly.'
Damon's fingers had snapped back hesitantly, and he started to suck his fingers, again, but stopped. His friend, he well knew, would not be happy to see it. Finally, he reached out to fold the tiny figure into his little palm. Its texture was smooth and glassy. Its weight was considerable, given its size. Its feel was cool and hard. With a boyishly eager delight, he held it up to a moonbeam streaming through the French doors, and he admired it covetously.
'Place it deep into your pocket, and keep it in a safe, hidden place, when you get home.'
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