Book3:WereMyDreamIs
peninguptoavastverandadecoratedwithbonsaipntswithatrulymagnifit,panoramicviewoftheStarMoonLake.SuddenlytheneighingofahorseandMedusa’svoiceshoutingordersbrokethesilence.Mr.KaffeerushedtotheFrendowsopehegssdoorandeveryooutontotheveranda.TheysawMedusawithathickropeinherirondLightningwithahickropetiedoverhisbody,bothfppingtheirhugemightywingsastheyasdedslowlyuptowardsthesky.Ontheshorethousandsofmightywarriorsshoutedrhythmicallyinunisonastheypulledwithalltheirmightattheirrope,theirunitedroarsastheyexertedtheirutmosteffortresouheskies.Thedredgingofthegoldpacehadnowformallybegun. Cyclopsateanddrankhisfiledforawhilesohisbothhisstrengthandhisenergywereatitspeak.Mindbogglingstrengthandprodigiouse