“So what's so bad
about that?” Raven asks, bemused.
“If there's a
sentence beyond that full stop,” Strauss replies, “Then there is
no writer's block. This place could start filling up with words any
second now.”
“I'm sorry,” Raven
says, “But I still don't see the problem.”
“How do words appear
on a page?” Strauss asks him, feverishly looking at the sky all
around them.
“Somebody has to
write them,” Raven replies.
“Exactly my point,”
Strauss says, pointing up to their left. “There.”
High above them, and
some distance away, there is a glint of metal, descending fast.
Closer inspection reveals a blade of some sort, tapered and concave
and very, very large.
“Is that a sword?”
Robert asks.
“No,” Strauss
answers, slamming the handbrake on while spinning the steering wheel,
“It's the nib of a pen.”
