Magnatrude’s lips curled slightly. “Why did you think it would be a good idea to gratify yourself at the expense of my nostril?”
“How am I responsible for this?” He shoved the report at his boss. “I don’t know why any of this is happening!”
After a few more jokes they mentioned a range of mountains just south of us, the Carneddau Mountains. “Aye, the Marilyns’re iawn,” said the first one, the oldest. “Bechod, to miss out on that, if you want to take in the local sperrit.”
Tena guessed they were heading west, so the crater was south of them, and to the west of this round pit were two more pits (smaller but not shallower) and then a line of five (even smaller, but here the earth was especially torn up).
The huge finger withdrew, but the fingertip commenced to rattling the windowsills in the wall of the balcony. This sharp clutter elicited some swearing from the unruly heap.
I raise my head and grin at the city in the distance. Oh, it’s lovely, these clever little specks and their enduring hives.
It wasn’t the cartoons of giant women that convinced Olin McIntyre, though those piqued his imagination. They were interesting, mildly, but that’s it.
But he looked good, he hoped. Right before some of the skyscrapers shattered and crumpled, he glimpsed his own reflection.
“Her foot? It was cute from a distance, like when we came around the corner, but something that huge? Yeah, that’s kinda scary. You could see the sun shining on her skin and her muscles working beneath it.”
She’d rarely noticed the sun, except for the shapely shadow she cast, looming over the village of tiny people.