the smuggler’s bible


Worm lore holds that the red-flanged Moscovardian worm has a placid temperament and can muster ample propulsive ambition, even if lacking in the latter regard when compared to a Bristle-snouted Narpsqualler of lineage (and I ask you which worm does not).

Still, Wartstare hesitates at the sight of the ornery specimen waiting in the pen.

“This worm is unfit,” he tells the attendant. “It glares viciously.”


“It intends mischief.”

“You are confused. I beg you, sir, note the red flanges.”

Later, Wartstare lies in his hospital bed, mulling various strategies of revenge, determined to pick the one most apt.