. . I have this book to bring back. Mrs. Weber?" "Oh, my! Joyce, I must have been thinking about something else. I'm terribly sorry. Let's see. You ha...e brought back the Dickens. Let me stamp it. There!" "I almost didn't make it by closing time, Mrs. Weber," Joyce Wilson said, breathing heavily, as if she had run a block or two. "Closing time? Oh, yes . . . closing time. It is closing time, isn't it? I just don't know where I am today!" Laura said, shaking her head. Later,when everyone was out. Lately though, something is amiss. The northern lands are full of mountains. The orcs, goblins, ogres, trolls and other foul creatures lurk there. They fight amongst themselves, but never outside of their own lands. Allow me to explain The Goblin Wars. It all started when an orgre who claimed to be king, began gathering up an army of goblins up to fight against the southern kingdoms to take more land and against the perceived injustice. The orcs wanted nothing to do with it. At least most. Clean cut, ex-hockey or football-player looking type, larger build, just the way I like men, with some meat on them. Very short light brown hair and blue eyes, a face with a little softness to it-some might call it a baby face, I found it charming. Mid 20's maybe, with a sad smile and down cast eyes. Looking like he's feeling left out, I kept making eye contact, not just coy glances but bordering on out-right staring, and smiled a few times, to see if he would take the hint. I don't like. Mabel drops behind but Zarika almost stays with me. We arrive and find Todd sitting in the corridor watching a pile of burning bodies; the stench of burnt flesh is overwhelming. I demand, "What the hell happened?"He smiles and signs, "I used the terminal to turn off the water pumps that were providing the cooling water to the fire hoses. They were using the water to survive in the house."I ask, "How did you know?"He smiles and signs, "Because it's something I would have done."I was thankful.