Actually, it's pretty-much entirely the other way around.This is obviously the mortal world, early twenty-first century, but other than that what's go...ng on?I summoned you. You're a free-willed but inchoate spark of divine energy that I've extracted from of the interstitial vortex between dimensions.What the fuck did that mean?I guess you're not one of the hyper-intelligent ones. In simple terms it means you're a little tiny god, so small you don't even get to capitalize your species. I've. Lauren cocked an eye at me. "But this blow might be the be-all and the end-all here, but here, upon this bank and shoal of time, we'll jump the life to come." Yeah, well, wasn't there also something about 'even handed justice?'" I asked her.She grinned in response. "Someday soon, Rick, I'll find one you don't know."I retrieved the Ruger, pocketed freshly loaded extra clips, and then held up my finger. "Wait one," I said.I was back in the room moments later, carrying a fire ax from the hallway —. She lay back down, but sleep would not come for her any more that morning. Small consolation that she would not have time to try out her new dream powers with Ned as she had promised. He would be disappointed, but she was relieved.She got out of bed and headed to the teapot in the bathroom. While the water heated, she returned to the bedroom and fell onto the edge of the bed.Too many questions spun through Cassie's mind. If only she knew who the girl was! That alone might answer so many of. "You should just say what you mean," said Durf."I'm sure we can sell the boy," said Merk."Don't I get any say in this?" asked Elnar."You already did, boy," said Durf."Yup," agreed Merk. "You got your say when we agreed not to eat you." Let's get going, boy," said Durf, as he and Merk led Elnar towardsthe marketplace, intent on selling him to raise enough cash for a realgood time with the pretty girls at Doxella's whorehouse.***** After a long hour and thirty-seven minutes of roaming about.