Bobbin's

The diminishing voice in Bobbin's ear seemed to chuckle.

The Gates of Thorbardin Parkinson, Dan 1990

The contraption held for a moment, then sensitive vanes reacted to the shifting currents and it soared away over the gorge, circling and climbing as Bobbin's angry voice trailed away.

The Gates of Thorbardin Parkinson, Dan 1990

Off to Bobbin's left was the smoke of the refugee camps, the people who had come across from the next valley, fleeing an invasion of goblins.

The Gates of Thorbardin Parkinson, Dan 1990

Using the supply pack as a counterweight, Chane fed the pole out and neatly dropped its loop over Bobbin's hook.

The Gates of Thorbardin Parkinson, Dan 1990

With another oath, he veered the horse aside, hauled on his reins, and watched in as - tonishment as Bobbin's soarcraft gathered speed.

The Gates of Thorbardin Parkinson, Dan 1990

"That was a nice stunt," the deep voice said in Bobbin's mind.

The Gates of Thorbardin Parkinson, Dan 1990

The kender's supply pole dangled be - low it, horizontal, attached to the hook on Bobbin's life - line.

The Gates of Thorbardin Parkinson, Dan 1990

Whether it was Bobbin's own numb hands trembling at the control strings, or some vagrant current of air, the soarwagon chose that instant to slip to the right, stall, and go into a nosedive.

The Gates of Thorbardin Parkinson, Dan 1990

The glass ball flew, ricocheted off Loam's foot, and zoomed upward to imbed itself in the wicker of Bobbin's cab.

The Gates of Thorbardin Parkinson, Dan 1990

Just above the bridge, a flailing ogre dangled upside down from Bobbin's supply line, while overhead the soarwa - gon shivered and trembled, fighting for altitude.

The Gates of Thorbardin Parkinson, Dan 1990