/> Count Non looked up at the sky. "Every night and every morn, some to misery are born; every morn and every night, some are born to sweet delight; some are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless night. " He motioned for Spyder to follow him away from the horses. "Show me how well you can use-what are you calling it?-the Hornet. "
Spyder held up his injured hand. "The wings clipped. "
"As it may well be in battle. Come on, Ill show you some tricks that will impress the girls. "
"You make a convincing argument. "
Thirty Six
Highway to Hell
"My left ring finger," said Spyder.
"My little toe. Either one," replied Lulu.
"I suppose I could lose an ear. "
"A nostril. "
"Nope. Its the whole nose or nothing. "
"Picky fucker. Ill keep my nose. How about my pancreas? I could lose that. What the hell does a pancreas do anyway?" Lulu asked.
"Thats where your Islets of Langerhans are. "
"What the hell are they?"
"I have no idea. I just remember the name from high school biology. "
"I wonder if I even have a pancreas anymore. "
The group was riding north, into a waste of dust and heat. It was early in the day and the air was still crisp. The lemon sun had bleached the sky to a pearly blue.
"If they took it, they must know what its for, so someones getting some use out of it. "
"As long as someones happy. "
"Smell," said Spyder.
"Smell? Thats a sense. Smells not a part of your body you can lose. "
"Excuse me, Nurse Ratched, but smel
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