The best way to keep a secret is to publish it in a quite unbelievable form--and insist that it is the truth.
ain Klorantel commanding, asking for further information on a request for emergency condensation. I informed him that I had made no such request, adding that a light rain would be desirable if he were in position and prepared to radiate.
During the conversation with Captain Klorantel, I noted that the sky was darkening. There were several flashes of lightning, and I felt the signs of imminent, heavy rain. I promptly started back to my station.
Upon my arrival, I discovered that Elwar had managed to open the communications room and had been using the equipment. He was extremely frightened, and made incoherent remarks about talking to a demon. When I attempted to question him as to how he had opened the room, and where he had learned the operation of the communications equipment, he became hysterical and I could find out precisely nothing.
By this time, it was raining violently. There was a high wind. Several trees had been blown down and lightning was frequent. A flood was starting down th
A fantasy writer is very good at what he does, it all seems quite real. A critic friend of his likes his most recent book and is curious about the worlds he describes--too curious. The problem is that writing books is just a sideline of his real job; a job that can't stand scrutiny.
The characters are adequate, the description and plotting mediocre, and the tale too important to risk the distraction of a woman.