Melog was going to be late. Not Today Of All Days! The message was very specific. meet at baobab forest stop noon third full moon after lunar eclipse stop n He checked his internal global positioning system and atomic clock and in a nanosecond calculated the speed he would have to run to get there on time. 399.2km, 3 hours makes 133.2km/h equals exactly 37 m/s He had to get his rear into gear now! Taking huge strides, he quickly accelerated to just slightly under 37 m/s. Don’t Want To Be Too Early. That’ll Give Her Something To Fume About!

A stone-giant at full speed is a sight to behold. The dust cloud in his wake was enormous and the wind was violent. The nomadic Bedouins had a word for it: haboob they would shout, gather animals and children and huddle in their tents.

Why Can’t She Use Her Potent Magic To Deliver Messages? Did She Always Have To Be So Bloody Impatient? And How The Hell Did She Find Out I Have A Wireless Internet Connection? Melog thought as he raced towards the meeting point.