![]() ![]() If you would like a different color combo just let us know from the colors above. Designed as shown here a distressed font. Great gift for the family or anyone on your list. Drawing back the drapes, he stared out for a time.Tennessee Whiskey Song Lyrics on canvas. He got to his feet, stepped over the room's other occupant, and made his way to the window. ![]() I had decided to go looking for an assemblage of all my simple pleasures in one small nook of Shadow. Still, it was a very nice crop - silver-chased, beautifully tooled - and I made good use of it. He gave me a fancy riding crop for a going-away present - to hasten the process of affection, I suppose. I had often noticed that his fondness for me tended to increase as an inverse function of my proximity. Dad was still around, and when I noticed that he was getting into one of his grumpy moods, I decided it was time to take a walk. I wanted to be an irresponsible nonentity and just enjoy myself.Īnyway, I was here in Amber some years ago. That can get either boring or difficult fairly quickly, depending on how responsible you want to be. This time, I was not looking for a place where I would be especially important. It was a long ride - I will not bore you with the details - and it was pretty far from Amber, as such things go. Finding out where he was seemed of first importance. I did not ask him how he was managing it without my Trump. And there I was, staring at the Jack of Diamonds again, with the guy across from me not knowing whether to be mad at my long distraction or concerned that I might be having some sort of sick spell. Some sort of watch-thing, it seemed - too bright for me to make out its outline, to guess its proper size. And I remembered the presence coiled about the base of that tower. Brand there in some sort of tower - a small point of stability in that flowing scene. Rocks that glided like sailboats across the land. It was far from Amber, somewhere where the shadows go mad. Then I saw the landscape - over his shoulder, out a window, over a battlement, I can't be sure. You will have to come the long way around." All this changed one night when I was sitting there with a full house and the guy across from me was trying to make up his mind whether or not I was bluffing. Sort of postcard like hellos via the Trumps every now and then, and that was about it. ![]() I spent a little over two years in Texorami, happy. Guys like me living around the edges of things. Sailors and assorted travelers passing in and out. Gentlefolk, merchants, and peons - the same straights as in most other places. Lots of good port smells - spices, coffee, tar, salt - you know. Palm trees and night-blooming wallflowers. Well, anyhow, there I was in Texorami, making music and women, winning at cards and jockeying around the sky. Hell of a way to go, you know? His throat. He started a nasty argument over it one night - could have gotten serious - but Gerard and Caine broke it up. If you kept beating him at anything you had to be cheating. The trouble with him was that he was good at so many things he wouldn't admit even to himself that there were some things other people could do better. He once accused me of cheating at cards, did you know that? And that's about the only thing I wouldn't cheat at. And that was it for the rest of the night. When I was done playing I'd go find some action, women, or cards, usually. I played drums till all hours in a basement spot up the river where the walls sweated almost as much as the customers and the smoke used to wash around the lights like streams of milk. I had a little red sail plane I used to go sky surfing in, every couple of days. Texorami was a wide open port city, with sultry days and long nights, lots of good music, gambling around the clock, duels every morning and in-between mayhem for those who couldn't wait. "Not bad," I said, "but I can't spare any more brothers at the moment. He had been having one of his melancholy spells, had snapped out of it one day and ridden off. Later, though, when I had asked after him, no one had any idea as to his whereabouts. Brand had still been in Amber when I had departed. I lay stretched out on my bed, smoking and thinking. I closed up shop with that hand and went home. "Plenty of noble Amberites around with possible motives. "Not the ones in charge of memory, I hope." "Forget it, Random The reframing is out, too." Depends on what you want most at the moment. I mean, ask me another time and I might say one of the others. Well, maybe soaring has a little edge - in gliders, balloons, and certain variations - but mood has a lot to do with that too, you know. With me, Corwin, it's drumming, being up in the air, and gambling - in no special order. While sex heads a great number of lists, we all have other things we like to do in between. The Jack of Diamonds began talking to me. ![]()
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