Unformatted text preview: e was a studious and passionate sort. We had a splendid time up there, in the glen, looking at the moon." "But you didn't see the little peo^^^ He fell silent, then: "I did see som^ffng. But it wasn't fairies, I don't think. It was just a smallish man and woman, rather misshapen, same unfortunates you see begging in the streets. I did see those two once very early in the morning, and when I told my Talamasca friend he was in a perfect fury that he himself had not seen them. They didn't come again." "With your own eyes, you saw them. Were they frightening?" "Oh, they gave me the shivers!" He shook his head. "I don't like to tell that tale," he said. "Remember, to us, my friend, fairies aren't merely humorous little beings. They are demons of the wild; they are powerful and dangerous and can be vengeful. I'll tell you this, there are fairy lights in that glen. Fairy lights, those flames that rise up in the night on the distant horizon without explanation. I wish you luck in going there. I really wish I could go...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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