Capricorn:
What's that sticky stuff called?
Basta:
Duct tape.
Capricorn:
Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.
Narrator:
Since the dawn of time, storytellers have enchanted audiences with their words. But there is an even rarer gift. There are those, who by reading out loud, can bring characters to life. Out of books and into our world. Most of these Silvertongues, as they are know prefer to keep their skills a secret but some do not even know this gift is theirs, until it is too late.
Darius:
At... t... t... tack!
[
Mo gets ready to send Dustfinger back into his book]
Mo 'Silvertongue' Folchart:
Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok?
Farid:
I don't want to go back into my stinking book.
Meggie Folchart:
Don't worry Toto; you're just not in Kansas anymore.
Dustfinger:
His name's Gwin. And I know he looks charming, but you know what they say about books and covers.
Meggie Folchart:
Yes, I do. And I also know what they say about talking to strangers. Excuse me.
Dustfinger:
But I'm no stranger, Meggie.
Mo 'Silvertongue' Folchart:
Well that makes sense, you speaking weasel.
Dustfinger:
Do you know how your story ends, Meggie?
Fenoglio:
This must be what it feels like to give birth!
Elinor Loredan:
You barbaric piece of pulp fiction!
Capricorn:
Oh you are going to love him, and by love I mean cower in terror from.
Elinor Loredan:
But I just adore everything Persian.
Meggie Folchart:
You've been to Persia, then?
Elinor Loredan:
Yes, a hundred times. Along with St. Petersburg, Paris, Middle-Earth, distant planets and Shangri-la. And I never had to leave this room. Books are adventure. They contain murder and mayhem and passion. They love anyone who opens them.
Dustfinger:
[
talking about Resa] Well she's almost okay.
Mo 'Silvertongue' Folchart:
Almost?
Dustfinger:
She has no voice.
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