'' we 'll start at the ishtar gate , '' he said . '' you 'll need plenty of rotten rutabagas , '' said sally popoff . '' the softer the better . '' '' what exactly is a rutabaga ? '' said the fortune teller . '' does it have anything to do with fertility rites ? '' '' a rutabaga is a yellow turnip , commonly known as the swedish turnip , '' said
sally

his smile would retract but then come back once again like someone was entertaining him . the whole thing was very disturbing to gabriel , and he was feeling dizzy . thoughts of fresh air outside of the stuffy lower deck crossed gabriel 's mind . qwella 's eye 's went brighter as time passed . as though at first it was just a small ember , that was fueled into a camp fire , then a
bonfire

'' evert carson please , '' david said , then heard a clunk and muffled voices . as he sat , still feeling strong from his run , he calculated what he would ask evert , anyone suspect anything , any challenges to his new identity . '' yeah ... hello . '' '' evert , it 's me ,
david