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fall. Only faith had kept him alive, and hisprayer that the Lord would bring him back to Harmony. And so He had. Rage and devotion had fueled Westertons rapid and tireless climb back to the Lords realm.Now revenge was only ten paces away.Come out, you bastards! He discharged his weapon into the tenements front door, punching a hole init and nearly splitting it down the centre. Ill crush your heads with my bare hands.Was that not a rallying cry? Was that not a marvellous cue for his assemblage of brutes to cheer?He turned to the churl at his side. What is wrong with your men? Dont they enjoy working the Lordswill?The man ground his bestial jaw. The folk, gots a queer look on em.Westerton turned around and surveyed the vast crowd of Shadwells wretches that had gathered towatch.What, these beggars? Westerton said. Pay them no mind.Sir, theys angry wit us. Somes armed theyselves.Westerton squinted at them.(Damn this infernal dark!) Therewas something shifty about them, somegleam in their eyes like hungry dogs. Some indeed carried weaponsbutchers knives, crowbars, pipes.Not a one of them carried so much as a pistol.Pay them no mind, I said, Westerton ordered. They think they can best us with little bits of steel. Letthem try.Westerton pivoted back to the tenement. You have a ten count, rebels! Then we make sieves out of thelot of you.Hes got a set of pipes, that one, Phineas grumbled.Oliver leaned heavily on Missys shoulder for support. The potion had drained nearly all strength fromhis muscles.Bergen, what do you see? he called.The German called down from the mezzanine. Three dozen. All armed. Rough men. We wont be ableto bargain.Not with that fop, Hews said. Loud-mouthed braggart. How many times have we killed that man,now?Bergens window exploded. The German flattened himself against the wall.Are you hit? Hews called.Nein,Bergen said. A magnificent shot, though.Bergen, are you well enough to fire that cannon of yours?A savage gleam came into the mans eye. He ran to fetch it.Heckler, take his post. Hews, the other window. And dont be seen.The two men ran to their positions without question.Phineas shrunk to the floor, quaking, his hands clamped over his ears.And it will certainly get louder.Oliver turned to find Missy staring at him with a fire in her gaze, her jaw set. Her eyes were a pearly,almost opalescent blue, and completely unafraid.Michelle, he said. Get Phineas and the doctor down into the tunnels.Oh? So Im to run off and leave the killing and the dying to the men, is that it?For the love of God, woman, not now! I needshooters, Missy. No amount of smiles or sashaying willhelp us right now.You ungrateful swine!This is not a debate, Oliver said. Move your feet or well have words.Missy snorted. I quite think were having words now.The door exploded. An instant later, a piece of the staircase followed suit. One or both of them yelpedand together they dove towards the side hall, landing in a heap of tangled limbs.Oliver coughed as dust and wood chips cascaded through the air. Youre all right? he asked.The picture
of health, Missy snapped.Tom and Dr. Chestle appeared in the hallway arch.Ho, ho! Tom said, clutching his gut with one hand. Hardly the place, now, birds.Missy shoved herself away and stood.Whats going on? the doctor asked.Without another word, Missy grabbed Phins sleeve and then the doctors and more or less draggedthem into the hall.Thomas, now dressed in his soiled shirt and oversized jacket and sporting a boys cap on his head, bentdown and hoisted Oliver to his feet with a one-handed jerk.How now, Chief? he said. You seem out of sorts.Oliver tried unsuccessfully to stand under his own power, and fell back on Tommys arm. Hewey!Whats the word?Westertons rallying the troops, I think. First lines coming up to fire.What about the crowd?A pause. Theyre keeping back.Good.But how long would that last? This had to end quickly, before the anger of those poor covesoverwhelmed their good sense.Find some brick or steel for cover, Oliver ordered. Dont return fire.Heckler froze in the middle of cocking his Winchester. His expression spoke his opinion of that order.Hews saw it as well. Swallow it, lad, Hews told him. Find cover.Us too, Tommy.Tom pulled them both up against the thick arch of brick around the door.The cloaks first volley burst like firecrackers and pieces of plaster and glass rained down on the foyerand the stairs. Two more volleys rang out, the cloaks firing with precision timing.In the silence following, Westerton boomed again.Inside, my Brothers! Glory to the Harmony! Glory to the Great Machine! Bring them to me, myBrothers.Footsteps approached the front door.Tommy! Oliver hissed.The big man looked at him in confusion.The traps, Tom!Tom swallowed Oliver in a hug and dove into the corner.The first cloak kicked in the front door. The bolt disconnected from the doorjamb, causing a copperlatch to fall into its vacant place. The latch touched a copper plate, freeing electricity to run from a hiddenchemical battery into the four sticks of dynamite embedded in the brick.The ensuing thunder ate the four or five cloaks closest to the door. The whole of Sherwood shook withthe blast. Portraits crashed to the floor upstairs; more plaster and glass toppled from above. Oliver feltheavy impacts on Thomas back, but the big man, braced shoulder to the wall, held fast.Oliver choked on a lungful of dust and Tommys oily odour. He heard and felt the grinding in his friendsabdomen. He swallowed to moisten his throat.Ready! he called.Tom released him, stood, and turned. Oliver slumped against the wall, finding some strength in his legs,and fished out his derringer. He checked above: Hews had his Bulldog out, Heckler, his Winchester.And Bergen stood atop the stairs like a Greek god.Three cloaked ruffians streamed through the door. Hews and Heckler set upon them instantly, rainingfire down from above on both sides. One cloak fell dead; the others simply reeled aside as more camethrough. Oliver added his derringer to the barrage; Tommy hurled a brick. Together they subdued thisnext group, but as the third one came through Oliver realised both he and Hews were out of ammunition,and Heckler would be soon.Oliver scrambled to reload.I send
you to your places in hell, Bergen growled. Oliver grabbed Tom by the suspenders anddragged him back.The noise alone shattered all the windows at the front of the building. The round burst one cloak intostrips of red and brass. A steam cloud streaked after the bullet, cracking with white electricity, whichlanced through the whole crowd of canaries. As one, they spasmed and dropped, smoking and twitching,to the floor.Mother of Jesus!Oliver didnt know whod said that.In the blink of an eye twelve Brothers died. Just outside the door, steam rose from a hole large enoughto fall through.If the functionality still existed in his organs, Westerton might have pissed himself.What was that? he cried. He snatched the churls sleeve. What was it?I dunno, the other man muttered.Egads! What on the Ladys black Earth could do such a thing? How would rebels get ahold of it?Lord Grandfather, protect me.The Brothers eyes fixed on him, their faces all identical looks of astonishment.What? Do you need me to tell you what to do? Kill them, you simpletons!When the Brothers hesitated, the crowd on their fringe shifted uneasily. Some raised their weapons.Do you want a fight? Westerton yelled at them. Then come and get one. Well butcher you all!At that instant shots rang out from the tenement and the crowd surged forward.The Brothers, distracted by the shots of the rebels, did not gun down the crowd as Westerton hadimagined. The outer line of Brothers fell beneath iron pots and crowbars, screaming and panicking.More shots rang out from the tenement, felling two more Brothers close at hand.I refuse to let you win again, you villain, Westerton bellowed. He raised his revolver and blew one ofthe crowd to mist. Then he charged the headquarters of his nemesis. Bullets hammered through his vestand coat, lodging in the mechanisms of his body. His next two shots destroyed large stretches of wall.I will avenge you, Brothers! Westerton screamed as he barrelled through the shattered arch. In theLords name and the pursuit of Harmony!On the other side of the doorway was a staircase, winding tightly around a support beam. At the top ofthe staircase, clearly visible through a gap between smaller beams, stood the largest gun Westerton hadever seen.Fucking... was all he had time to say.An impact hammered his right shoulder and tore his arm from his body. His collarbone and ribscollapsed on that side. He spun wildly, careering off the archway.Lord, protect me...Blistering steam rushed over him, searing exposed skin and eyes. Cracking lightning followed and...White.Oh, by the Lord, the pain!He couldnt stand, couldnt feel...White.The floor struck him in the face. His whole body burned, inside and out. Oil flooded his mouth and heatseared his brain. In an instant, senses and thoughts burned away, leaving only agony and rage.Huge hands clamped around his neck and began closing with the force of a dozen steam-powered liftingclaws.The fucking crow!His remaining arm shrieked and bent as he lifted it, but it obeyed him. With a towering effort of will, helashed out at his attacker. The brass bones in his fingers sank deep into slick flesh. He
tore it back andstruck again, this time latching on to thick bones. He squeezed and twisted these, yanking them frombeneath the skin. The pressure on his neck released and he drew a halting breath.Another body tackled him from the side, this one lighter, flimsier. Westerton glanced down. Eventhrough the white streaks that marred his vision, he recognized the drawn face of his nemesis.Nothing noble or eloquent came up Westertons throat, then, just shrill, bell-like laughter.He yanked his fingers free of the other brutes rib cage and shot them out at his adversarys throat. Hesquealed with glee as they found purchase around a soft, human windpipe.One quick twist, one tick of the clock.Massive hands hauled his fingers back, robbing him of his prise. He struck out with his other arm,forgetting it was lost.Then the bullets came into him. Round after round, six, ten, twenty penetrated into the core of his body,denting bones, knocking gears apart, twisting springs. His body shuddered, and with a curse on his lipshe passed out of harmony and fell still.Thomas collapsed.Oliver forgot his burning throat. He wheezed his friends name and reached out to him over a stretch offloor impossibly long.Thomas Moore: the latest victim of Oliver Sumners ill-fated crusade.Olivers vision ran with black spots and then vertigo conquered him. Through reeling perceptions, hewatched Heckler rush up to the fallen cloak and put three more shots into him. The young American thenran to the door, sidled up against the remaining brick, and began shooting outside.Oliver concentrated through the ringing of gunfire and the dulled sounds of combat and strained to hearthe only thing that mattered to him: Tommys breathing.It was the Germans voice he heard. You must get to safety. Bergen lifted Oliver by the collar anddragged him to the side of the room.Check him, Oliver whispered.If he lives, he lives, Bergen said. Bullets pinged off the beams above. Bergen deposited him just insidethe hallway and left him there.Oliver may have passed out, for the next things he saw were Missys moist eyes as she bent over him.Thats it, Oliver, she said. It seems Im to be the one taking care of you.She held a canteen to his lips and he drank like a camel. When he was done she wiped the excess off hischin.His first question: Tommy?For a single instant, Missys face betrayed her panic, and then she was as calm and as soft as could be.The doctor is working on him now. They want to speak to you when youre ready.Who?Everyone.Whoever remains.Help me up.Missy hoisted him with surprising ease, given her small frame. With him leaning on her for balance, theyhobbled into the foyer. Thomas lay in a corner, splattered in slick blood. Dr. Chestle knelt over him,covered to his elbows in gore, while Phin looked on. At Olivers entrance, the sailor looked up, andshared a gaze that communicated the hopelessness of the situation.A saw, the doctor said. I must have a hacksaw, or anything that will cut iron.Phineas hastened to obey, a pronounced stoop in his step. Olivers gaze fell back to Tom.I cant help him,Oliver
told himself.If he lives, he lives. Then,Ive seen him weather worse. He hadnt,but it was a comforting lie.Reluctantly, he pulled his eyes from his friend and allowed Missy to guide him to the front door. Outside,he found Hews supervising the disposal of the dead cloaks and the distribution of their firearms. Thetownsmen were carrying the bodies one by one and tossing them off the side of the Underbelly, not half ablock away.As soon as they saw Oliver, the pointing and the questions began.Were they after you, Oliver?What in heavens nameve you got in there?Are we going back to war?What do you need us to do, Oliver?Oliver gestured to Hews, who mounted Sherwoods front steps and turned to the crowd. Quiet! Wecan do nothing until we all settle down and hold civilised council like civilised men.The shouting died off, though murmurs continued. Oliver looked out on the sea of faces, stained withsoot, blood, oil, some with tears. It was a force all its own, the mob anger, something beyond reason andbeyond control.A man Oliver knew, a baker, stepped from the crowd, his ribbon-thin teenage son with him. He stillwore his apron and working shirt, covered in flour and ash and with the sleeves rolled up. The prints ofbloody fingers stained the corners of his apron.Oliver, we know youre up to something. The whole places buzzing round it, He began. We wantin.Oliver swallowed. Fred... he began.You killed them, didnt you? said the baker, moustache twitching rapidly as he spoke. Aint no onewhos done it before, but you did, and the whole town knows it. We heard the battle down there, and lo,no Ironboys climbing back up. Just you. A cove draws that like a chalk X.Fred... Oliver tried again.The baker blundered ahead. And what with these canaries showing up on your doorstep, we knowyouve got something new. Were sick of it, Oliver. Ive been mixing ash in my flour for weeks, andyesterday this crow comes a-knocking saying my boys got to go to work in some factory starting hisnext birthday. We want in.How do I say no?Wasnt this what he had longed forthe average man finally digging in his heels?Hews leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear. Theyre willing, lad. You cant deny a man hisproper time.For an instant Oliver was aware only of the hundred pairs of eyes on him.They wanted to fight. Oliver had felt it for five long yearsin their stares, in their none-so-casualgreetings, in their body language. Since the Uprisings bloody end, it had been simmering in the back ofthe minds of every survivor. Oliver had ignored it, placated it, redirected it, but now, with some fortycloaks murdered in the street, they were going to have war no matter Olivers fears.Its a second chance. Its a chance to do it right.He tapped Missy lightly on the shoulder and, with some hesitation, she withdrew her support. Oliverwobbled a little but stayed upright. He gave the baker a smile, clasped his shoulder, and stared over himat the crowd beyond.All right, listen, now, he called. I need all of you
to prepare, as the Boiler Men may be down here in amatter of hours. I need the tunnels reopened and stocked. I need a weapon placed in the hand of everyable-bodied man, and I need everyone incapable of fighting evacuated to the tunnels. I need any othercloaks in the Underbelly dealt with, and I need barricades set up on the Parade outside the lift station.Immediately, the fevered undercurrent stilled, and the crowd buzzed with galvanized energy. A rush ofexcitement filled Oliver toes to crown, a sensation of confidence and competence and indestructibility,and for an instant he forgot the Uprising, and remembered why hed led them.And I need every explosive that can be found placed in the hands of this man. He pointed to Heckler.I need all this done in one hour, gentlemen. One single hour.They held still, waiting for more.Hews leaned forward. Now,you slack-jawed cockneys! Hop to it.The men ran in all directions. The baker grabbed his son by the shoulder. Now we give em whatscoming, he said, and they both bolted away.Oliver watched them hustle, swollen with pride for the few instants before he remembered how many ofthem would likely be dead by midnight.Goodness, Missy breathed. You have them trained like hounds.Hews chuckled. One neednt train a hound to sniff, lass, nor to chase a hare. All the same, youre aregular John Bull, lad.Oliver nodded, surprised to find a grin spreading over his lips.So they say.
Beleza Vem do amor a Beleza,Como a luz vem da chama.E lei da natureza:Queres ser bela? - ama.Formas de encantar,Na tela o pincelAs pode pintar;No bronze o burilAs sabe gravar;E estatua gentilFazer o cinzelDa pedra mais dura...Mas Beleza e isso? - Nao; so formosura.Sorrindo entre doresAo filho que adoraInda antes de o ver- Qual sorri a auroraChorando nas floresQue estao por nascer A mae e a mais bela das obras de Deus.Se ela ama! - O mais puro do fogo dos ceusLhe ateia essa chama de luz cristalina:E a luz divinaQue nunca mudou,E luz... e a BelezaEm toda a purezaQue Deus a criou.Almeida Garrett, in 'Folhas Caidas' Engano, mistifico. Disfarco esta sede de ti, meu amor que nunca veio ( viria? vira? e minto nao, ja nao preciso)....Mas estou aqui parada, bebada, pateta e ridicula, so porque no meio desse lixo todo procuro o verdadeiro amor.Cuidado comigo: um dia encontro.Caio F. Abreu O valor das coisas nao esta no tempo que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso existem momentos inesqueciveis, coisas inexplicaveis e pessoas incomparaveis.Fernando Sabino "Viu-se um grande sinal no ceu, a saber, uma mulher vestida de sol com a lua debaixo de seus pes e uma coroa de doze estrelas na sua cabeca." Apoc:12:1. O sapo saltou na sopaSapode um sujeito que, sem mais papo,deu-lhe um sopapo e gritou: Opa!Nao tomo sopa de sapo!De Uma Letra Puxa a Outra (1992) Renda-se, como eu me rendi. Mergulhe no que voce nao conhece como eu mergulhei. Nao se preocupe em entender, viver ultrapassa qualquer entendimento.Clarice Lispector Flores sao floresVivas num jardimPessoas sao boasJa nascem assimFlores sao floresColhidas sem doPor alguem que amaE nao quer ficar soCazuza Um momento doce e cheio de significado para as nossas vidas.E tempo de repensar valores, de ponderar sobre a vida e tudo que a cerca.E momento de deixar nascer essa crianca pura, inocente e cheia de esperanca que mora dentro de nossos coracoes.E sempre tempo de contemplar aquele menino pobre, que nasceu numa manjedoura, para nos fazer entender que o ser humano vale por aquilo que e e faz, e nunca por aquilo que possui.Noite crista, onde a alegria invade nossos coracoes trazendo a paz e a harmonia.O Natal e um dia festivo e espero que o seu olhar possa estar voltado para uma festa maior, a festa do nascimento de Cristo dentro de seu coracao. Feliz Ano NovoGluckliches Neues JahrNytarFeliz Ano NuevoFelicigan Novan JaronHeureuse Nouvelle AnneeFeliz AninovoShana TovaHappy New YearFelice Nuovo AnnoAkemashite Omedetou Gozaimasu Pegar o telefone e discar seu numero. Desligar. Parar, olhar para o seu nome nos contatos da agenda do celular. Pensar e pensar. Passar o dedo pelos botoes dos numeros. Imaginar o que voce falara, o que eu falarei, como nos sentiremos e, depois de instantes de duvida, acabar ligando. Apos alguns minutos de uma conversa superficial e nada intima, me despedir. Colocar o telefone no gancho e dar um leve suspiro. Perceber que de nada adiantou. Continuo sem saber o que lhe causa falar comigo. Pensar que da mesma forma com que eu agi, fingindo que
nada nunca aconteceu, voce pode ter feito. Ou nao. Essa duvida sempre existira, ou entao, pelo menos por um tempo eu a levarei, sabendo que um dia realmente saberei ou simplesmente esquecerei.Julyane S.
Mas nada de pequeno se faz sem amor. A paixao testa, o amor prova. A paixao acelera, o amor retarda. A paixao repete o corpo, o amor cria o corpo. A paixao incrimina, o amor perdoa. A paixao convece, o amor dissuade. A paixao e desejo da vaidade, o amor e vaidade do desejo. A paixao nao pensa, o amor pesa. A paixao vasculha o que o amor descobre. A paixao nao aceita testemunhas, o amor e testemunha. A paixao facilita o encontro, o amor dificulta. A paixao nao se prepara, o amor demora para falar. A paixao comeca rapido, o amor nao termina. Todos tem sonhos. Por mais que alguns nao passem muito tempo pensando em quais sao seus desejos e ambicoes verdadeiramente, por mais que nao pensem e nem estudem probabilidades de realiza-los tenho certeza que qualquer um tem, nem que seja um sonho, apesar de eu achar que um sonho so e muito improvavel, pois quase tudo que conquistamos e realizacao de um sonho, por menor que pareca a conquista.Eu tenho tantos que, pensando bem, nunca parei pra contar. Uns sonhos mais complicados que, para alguns, podem parecer impossiveis, outros mais simples, porem nao deixam de ser desejos que estao fixos na mente e no coracao, esperando ansiosamente por poderem virar realidade.O tempo e engracado. Na verdade, ele nao, nos e que somos. As vezes achamos que esta demorando demais para passar, outras vezes reclamamos que passa rapido demais. O tempo e igual todos os dias. Sim, 24 horas, 1440 minutos, 86400 segundos. O que difere um dia de outro e sua ocupacao durantes essas horas. Mesmo sabendo disso, as vezes sinto que tenho tanto tempo pela frente, mas uns instantes depois sinto que tenho tanto que realizar que parece faltar tempo. Os anos que ainda tenho pra viver serao suficientes? Na verdade nem sei quantos anos eu irei viver. O que sei e que tenho sonhos e que nada me fara desistir deles. Rico, pobre, gordo, magro, alto, baixo, bonito, feio, branco, negro, crianca, velho, parece que tem sempre um amigo que combina com a gente.Amigo sofre junto, comemora junto e, as vezes, da um jeito de mudar de escola, profissao ou de cidade so para nao ficar muito longe. E se a distancia e inevitavel, o amigo faz de tudo para deixar nossa lembranca viva na memoria. Assim, mesmo que passe um tempo enorme, quando os amigos se encontram, e sempre aquela festa. Amigo nao pede nada em troca, mas se disser que tambem nao espera nada, esta mentindo. Amigo adora um cafune, um carinho, quer ser reconhecido como grande companheiro.Amigo e estado de espirito, contagia sem precisar da materia. Sua materia e o amor, que se transmite pelo pensamento...Amigos sabem que, mesmo que o tempo e a distancia digam nao, mesmo esquecendo a cancao, o que importa e ouvir a voz que vem do coracao.Hoje, dia do amigo no Brasil, dedico essa data e meu imenso carinho, em especial aDani, Jessica, Rafa, Gabiru, Biel, Leo, Klauser, Aida, Pri, Ana Luiza, Gaaby, Jeferson, Analu, Juan, Felipe A.,