Wun's

I was Wun's friend and could not refuse him, particularly since I still felt guilty about laughing at him.

Father Swarat Matt Dennison 2010

And there, where the rubble of Wun's house lay, was a flash of unearthly green, like a beacon.

Father Swarat Matt Dennison 2010

I didn't think about it again until the next day, when I presented myself in Wun's living room.

Father Swarat Matt Dennison 2010

It looked as if five buildings, including Wun's, were already engulfed in flames, oily smoke billowing out their windows and doors.

Father Swarat Matt Dennison 2010

I slept until noon, and when I awoke saw the results of Wun's machine's prediction.

Father Swarat Matt Dennison 2010

Wun's front room was typical of a gnomish household - comfortable chairs, stout tables, overstuffed ottomans, and every available flat surface covered with papers, notes, rough sketches, half-built prototypes, and forgotten lunches.

Father Swarat Matt Dennison 2010

I found the smoking wreckage of a large table leg, and, carrying it like a club, I headed for Wun's house.

Father Swarat Matt Dennison 2010

I tried to spend the evening and the next day on my own work, but the draw of Wun's cabinet proved to be strong.

Father Swarat Matt Dennison 2010

The green glow in the "statue's" eyes was matched by the enthusiasm in Wun's own orbs.

Father Swarat Matt Dennison 2010

I choked on the ash that swirled around me and the winds that buffeted me, striving to keep me from Wun's house.

Father Swarat Matt Dennison 2010