The tassels on his sleeve kept catching fire whenever one of the mortars launched. He had requested professional grade fireworks and boy howdy, had they delivered. But the leather fire retardant jumpsuit was a little on the thin side in his opinion. It had taken a dolly and a lot of back breaking labor to move the canons from the living area to the balcony. But now that they were out here, and the show had finally commenced, the sweat and possible hernia were worth it, Juke Edwards concluded, dipping his smoldering sleeve into the hot tub where it hissed and went out.

It really was quite something the way the light raining down into the belly of the canyon, twisting, and flickering, leaving behind residue like squid ink in the shape of a weeping willow tree, made it appear like something was living dow...

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