http://www.scribd.com/tag/glass%20books%20of%20the%20dream%20eaters This is a feed for documents on Scribd tagged with the phrase: glass books of the dream eaters 30 Mon, 23 Mar 2009 20:17:15 GMT Mon, 23 Mar 2009 20:17:15 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/13583697/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Celeste-Temple-Part-IV 280 Boniface “Are you perfectly well, Doctor? I know you did not find but a few hours’ rest—” “Go on ahead,” he said, essaying a casual tone that did not persuade. The second boot was on half-way. He stumbled, stepping upon it, the excess flopping around like an odd fish attached to the base of his leg. “I shall follow—I assure you—” “Doctor!” hissed Chang. “It will be fine. The roof is wide, and the climb will be nothing like the pipe!” “The pipe?” asked Miss Temple. “Ah—well—that—” said Doctor Svenson. “I thought you managed it splendidly.” From the passage Chang scoffed. “I have a difficulty w Mon, 23 Mar 2009 20:17:15 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/13583697/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Celeste-Temple-Part-IV http://www.scribd.com/doc/13351750/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Celeste-Temple-Part-III t h e g l a s s b o o k s o f t h e d r e a m e at e r s 263 solitude. Of course, to view either, you will really have to remove your spectacles.” Chang looked up at her. He pulled the glasses from his face and folded them into his pocket. She did not react. She had seen similar faces on her plantation, though never sitting across the tea table. She smiled at him politely, then nodded to the card in his hand. “They really are the most lovely color blue.” Miss Temple left Cardinal Chang with the instruction that he should call for whatever meal the Doctor required upon waking, for which she Tue, 17 Mar 2009 15:03:26 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/13351750/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Celeste-Temple-Part-III http://www.scribd.com/doc/13116003/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Celeste-Temple-Part-II 244 Boniface But even as she spoke, her mind raced. Roger had not been his uncle’s heir. While Lord Tarr (a gouty difficult man) had no sons, he did have daughters with male children of their own—it had been quite clearly and bitterly explained to her by Roger’s mother. Moreover, as if to confirm Roger’s peripheral status, on their sole visit to Tarr Manor, its ever-ailing Lord proved disinclined to see Roger, much less make the acquaintance of Roger’s provincial fiancée. And now Lord Tarr had been murdered, and Roger somehow acclaimed as his heir to lands and title? She could not trust it for Mon, 09 Mar 2009 21:00:59 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/13116003/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Celeste-Temple-Part-II http://www.scribd.com/doc/12929339/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Celeste-Temple-Part-1 226 Surgeon coffee and three fresh rolls. He tore them apart as he walked, the pith steaming, and drank the coffee as slowly as he could make himself, so as not to burn his mouth. He began to feel a bit more human as he neared the merchants’ district near St. Isobel’s—so much that he became self-conscious of his gashed face and disheveled greatcoat. He smoothed his hair back and swatted the dust from his coat—it would have to do—and strode ahead with what bluster he could manage. He imagined himself as Major Blach, which was at least entertaining. Svenson skirted the hotel by a curving path Mon, 02 Mar 2009 20:35:23 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/12929339/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Celeste-Temple-Part-1 http://www.scribd.com/doc/12761819/-The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Dr-Svenson-Part-IV Dahl_9780553385854_2p_all_r1.qxp:Dahl_9780553385854_1p_all_r1 8/26/08 12:43 PM t h e g l a s s b o o k s o f t h e d r e a m e at e r s 205 “There is inconstant movement of the eyes . . . it might be ascribed to some kind of fugue state . . . it is not catatonia . . . she is not aware, but perhaps . . . within her own mind . . . perhaps dreams . . . perhaps delirium . . . perhaps peace.” The Comte d’Orkancz did not reply, his eyes lost for a moment in thought. He came back to the present, looked up. “And now . . . what shall I do with you, Doctor Svenson?” Svenson’s eyes flicked over to hi Mon, 23 Feb 2009 19:06:40 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/12761819/-The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Dr-Svenson-Part-IV http://www.scribd.com/doc/12596291/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Dr-Svenson-Part-III t h e g l a s s b o o k s o f t h e d r e a m e at e r s 193 Had this been the right answer? Svenson heard the gurgling bottle as Francis Xonck began to hold forth. “Moral perspective is what we carry around with us—it exists nowhere else, I can promise you. Do you see? There is liberation and responsibility—for what is natural depends on where you are, Bascombe. Moreover, vices are like genitals—most are ugly to behold, and yet we find that our own are dear to us.” He sniggered at his own wit, drank deeply, exhaled. “But I suppose you have no vices, do you? Well, once you’ve changed your hat Wed, 18 Feb 2009 16:36:11 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/12596291/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Dr-Svenson-Part-III http://www.scribd.com/doc/11979187/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Dr-Svenson-Part-II- 168 Surgeon The Prince was gone. The bureau had been dragged across the room to block the doorway, and the window was open. “He’s escaped! For a second time!” Flaüss whispered. He wheeled upon Svenson. “You helped him! You had the key!” “Don’t be an idiot,” muttered Major Blach. “Look at the room. The bureau is solid mahogany—it took the three of us to shift it. It’s impossible that the Prince himself moved it alone and impossible for the Doctor to have helped him—the Doctor would have had to leave the room before the bureau was blocking the doorway.” Flaüss was silent. Svenson met the gaze Mon, 09 Feb 2009 15:36:59 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/11979187/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Dr-Svenson-Part-II- http://www.scribd.com/doc/11580906/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Dr-Svenson THREE Surgeon D octor Abelard Svenson stood at an open window overlooking the small courtyard of the Macklenburg diplomatic compound, gazing at the thickening fog and the few sickly gaseous lights of the city bright enough to penetrate its fell curtain. He sucked on a hard ginger candy, clacking it against his teeth, aware that a lengthy brood about his current situation was a luxury he could not indulge. With a shove from his tongue he pushed the candy between his left molars and smashed it to sharp pieces, smashed these pieces again, and then swallowed them. He turned from the window and re Mon, 02 Feb 2009 18:16:08 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/11580906/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Dr-Svenson http://www.scribd.com/doc/11397088/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Cardinal-Chang-Part-IV 128 Cardinal around the corner—knowing that anyone looking would be less likely to notice an eye at a less-than-normal eye height. The party was some ten yards away, standing in front of a locked, metalbound door. The man in the rear still stood with his back to Chang, the closer view revealing him to be younger with thin, oakcolored hair plastered flat to his skull. Beyond him Chang could see parts of three other people: a small man in an ash-grey coat bent over the door, attempting to find the right key, a tall, broadshouldered man in a thick fur, impatiently tapping a walking stick on the fl Mon, 26 Jan 2009 17:09:42 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/11397088/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Cardinal-Chang-Part-IV http://www.scribd.com/doc/10971524/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Cardinal-Chang-Part-III t h e g l a s s b o o k s o f t h e d r e a m e at e r s 111 tall? Black hair? Violet eyes? Beautiful?” Mrs. Wells shook her head. “Not black hair. Light brown. And she was pretty enough— or would have been without the burns on her face.” Mrs. Wells smiled. “Around the eyes, you know. Such a dreadful thing to have happen. Windows to the soul, don’t you know.” Chang stalked back to the Raton Marine in a fury. It would have been one thing to learn that he was but one of several out to find this woman, but when he himself was so close to dire exposure in the same affair—whether he’d actually ki Tue, 20 Jan 2009 16:33:39 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/10971524/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Cardinal-Chang-Part-III http://www.scribd.com/doc/10157398/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Cardinal-Chang-Part-II t h e g l a s s b o o k s o f t h e d r e a m e at e r s 99 called to Colonel Trapping by his Christian name. Chang was carefully, silently easing the latch behind him when the voice began calling harshly for help. It was time to get out. The narrow dark corridor led to a strange man in a room—a crabbed, officious creature—surrounded by familiar-looking boxes. The man wheeled at his entry and opened his mouth to shout. Chang crossed the distance to him in two steps and clubbed him across the face with his forearm. The man fell onto a table, scattering a pile of wooden box pieces. Before he co Mon, 12 Jan 2009 15:55:56 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/10157398/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Cardinal-Chang-Part-II http://www.scribd.com/doc/9004949/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Cardinal-Chang-Part-I TWO Cardinal H e was called Cardinal from his habit of wearing a red leather topcoat that he’d stolen from the costume rack of a traveling theatre. It had been winter, and he’d taken it because the ensemble included boots and gloves as well as the coat, and at the time he was lacking all three. The boots and gloves had since been replaced, but he had preserved the coat, despite wearing it through all weathers. Though few men in his line of work sought to identify themselves in any way at all, he found that, in truth, those who sought him out—for employment or punishment—would find him even if Tue, 16 Dec 2008 16:22:06 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/9004949/The-Glass-Books-of-the-Dream-Eaters-Volume-I-Cardinal-Chang-Part-I