He smirked and picked it up -- ortried to, for after rising an inch it rose no further -- and at the topof that inch he felt something within the shel... click -- and the middlethird of the bookshelf seemed to become weightless as it receded a fewinches backwards into the wall. Stanley pushed the middle section of thebookshelf and it rolled back several feet, making a noise like a rustygate, before coming to a rest, exposing a small open doorway behind theleft third of the bookshelf.From the. It took at least 40 minutes in the sauna afterward for my nuts to descend again. I had to request that I not be birched. (The wacky Finnish smack each other’s backs with bouquets of branches in their dry heat saunas.)Next, I headed on East to the lands wherein originated the arts of unarmed fighting, -armed also but that could wait until another time. I had no problem learning the local lingo of where ever I found myself, nor attracting the help of top female practitioners to tutor and train. The flooring was clear plexi-glass with various lighting bars or light cords protected by the flooring. Numerous multi-directional pot-lights and pyrotechnic pots were spaced along the front edge of the stage, as well as along the edge of the curved stairway and the other stage levels.“Mary, Jesus and Joseph, Mikhail,” Zupena whispered as she gripped my right forearm while staring at this impressive scene. “I never see anything so massive and wonderful looking as this stage.”“It sure is. ‘Altwar?’ said Lei, with such surprise that Oli could just imagine her frowning. Intellectual property of Nanna Marker. Nature had lavishly decorated Lei’s white body with the broad black lines of her father’s blood. On her forehead Lei had four of those black lines. When she frowned the most central two reformed from straight line to shapes more resembling broken arrows. It was such a charming trait of hers. ‘You don’t think I’m still planning to run off to Altwar, do you?’ asked Lei, sounding.