Wednesday November 19, 2003
Book 4: The Blackness Between — Part IV: A Little First Contact


Kerchak: Elf and Chelle are just up ahead. We make our stand there, all together.
Kerchak: I just wish we had something besides our fists and feet to make a stand with.
Ennesby: The weapons had to stay in the pile, Captain. We couldn't risk using them.
Ennesby: Just accept it. No firearms. Think of something else.
Kerchak: You're made of sturdy stuff. I bet if we shove you in somebody's sock, you'll make a nice club.
Ennesby: Ok, so we're brainstorming. Any other ideas?