Mestor

Mestor stopped for a moment, as if trying to think of some rejoinder.

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Mestor said, "The Wild Hunt was called by Bran; and the damned souls rode the storms, looking for one of their own."

Orphans of Chaos 2005

That morning, with no ceremony or ado, Dr. Fell and Mestor the Atlantian, Miss Daw and Nurse Twitchett, and Headmaster Boggin came down the corridor.

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Miss Daw glanced over at where Mestor lay on the floor.

Orphans of Chaos 2005

One image, a certain one, remained: Mestor, all shimmering with sea spray, was about to rise up out of the waves, his blue-and-green-and-white scale jacket ringing, and grab Vanity.

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I was the only one who saw Boggin bend down to Mestor, who was sobbing, clutching his hand to his belly.

Orphans of Chaos 2005

He had done some sort of space-manipulation effect, similar to what I had seen Mestor do earlier to propel himself through the water.

Orphans of Chaos 2005

Elsewhere, I could see another strand of moral order reaching to a point beneath the sea, and saw the world-paths caused by the rapid approach of the Atlantean, Mestor.

Orphans of Chaos 2005

Mestor dropped his voice, made a comment in a soft tone, speaking with quiet emphasis.

Orphans of Chaos 2005

Mestor peeled back his glove, looked at his watch, said something.

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