Kevin's Watch

spellsinger by A.D foster

That is correct, which makes it your turn.

this is what i've chosen:

"the ruddy glow of sunset was already fading into the sombre shadows of night, when two travellers might have been observed swiftly-at a pace of six miles in the hour-descending the rugged side of a mountain; the younger bounding from crag to crag with the agility of a fawn, while his companion, whose aged limbs seemed ill at ease in the heavy chain armour habitually worn by tourists in that district, toiled on painfully at his side."

The Adventures of Old, Armored Guy and Fawn-Boy?

say what you see huh?

Fist, Fist...(shaking her head) ?

you should know what this is, math boy!!!!

seems that lucimay isn't being tied in knots with this one

oh tazz!! don't give him any clues!!!

It looks familiar enough that I probably read it, but I don't think I'm going to come up with the title.

Math and knots??? Those clues aren't helping me at all.

last clue; i noticed theres somebody called onewyteduck registered to this site, well if they were named oh i dont know say onewhiterabbit they might have a link to the author of this book.

blow this for a game of rounders, i need answers people!!

it was A Tangled Tale by Lewis Carroll.
anyone else wanna go??

I'm not worthy.

In London, where Southampton Row passes Russell Square, across from the British Museum in Bloomsbury, Leo Szilard waited irritably one gray Depression morning for the Stoplight to change. A trace of rain had fallen during the night; Tuesday, September 12, 1933, dawned cool, humid and dull. Drizzling rain would begin again in early afternoon. When Szilard told the story later he never mentioned his destination that morning. He may have had none; he often walked to think. In any case another destination intervened. The stoplight changed to green. Szilard stepped off the curb. As he crossed the street time cracked open before him and he saw a way to the future, death into the world and all our woe, the shape of things to come.

Ok first guess (and I know I'm wrong cause I haven't read it in awhile) The Difference Engine by William Gibson and Bruce Sterling.

i feel like i've read it and fairly recently but i cant place it. is it fiction?

not even close, danlo!! heh. *sings* i know what it is! i know what it is! ha heeya heeya ha!


(i can't tell tho cause i cheated and looked it up!)

so you can tell me wether its fiction.

yes...i can tell you...what will you PAY for this coveted informayshun my little friend???

a single good thought to you and your kin and a bright shiny new penny delivered on reciept of the info my precious.