The Lightning-Rod Man-Short Story
What grand irregular thunder, thought I, standing on my hearth-stone
among the Acroceraunian hills, as the scattered bolts boomed overhead,
and crashed down among the valleys, every bolt followed by zigzag
irradiations, and swift slants of sharp rain, which audibly rang, like
a charge of spear-points, on my low shingled roof. I suppose, though,
that the mountains hereabouts break and churn up the thunder, so that
it is far more glorious here than on the plain. Hark!—some one at the
door. Who is this that chooses a time of thunder for making calls? And
why don't he, man-fashion, use the knocker, instead of making that
doleful undertaker's clatter with his fist against the hollow panel?
But let him in. Ah, here he comes. "Good day, sir:" an entire
stranger. "Pray be seated." What is that strange-looking walking-stick
he carries: "A fine thunder-storm, sir.”?
"Fine?—Awful!"
"You are wet. Stand here on the hearth before the fire."
"Not for worlds!"
The stranger still stood in the exact middle of the cottage, where he
had first planted himself. His singularity impelled a closer scrutiny.
A lean, gloomy figure. Hair dark and lank mutedly streaked over his
brow. His sunken pitfalls of eyes were ringed by indigo halos, and
played with an innocuous sort of lightning: the gleam without the
bolt. The whole man was dripping. He stood in a puddle on the bare oak
floor: his strange walking-stick vertically resting at his side.
It was a polished copper rod, four feet long, lengthwise attached to a
neat wooden staff, by insertion into two balls of greenish glass,
ringed with copper bands. The metal ...
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...ill not, of
purpose, make war on man's earth."
"Impious wretch!" foamed the stranger, blackening in the face as the
rainbow beamed, "I will publish your infidel notions."
"Begonia! Move quickly! If quickly you can, you that shines forth into
sight in moist times like the worm."
The scowl grew blacker on his face; the indigo-circles enlarged round
his eyes as the storm-rings round the midnight moon. He sprang upon
me, his tri-forked thing at my heart.
I seized it; I snapped it; I dashed it; I trod it; and dragging the
dark lightning-king out of my door, flung his elbowed, copper sceptre
after him.
But spite of my treatment, and spite of my dissuasive talk of him to
my neighbours, the Lightning-rod man still dwells in the land; still
travels in storm-time, and drives a brave trade with the fears of man.
...uilt or fear, and attempt to dodge the stones. Slipping from the log, he would fall into the raging river and over the waterfall, landing in rapidly swirling pool of water.
The first of his most well-known series, Rick Riordan puts to use his extensive knowledge of Greek mythology along with his vivid imagination. The plot never loses it’s pace and unexpected surprises shoot from every corner. The Lightning Thief is an incredible read that pulls you into a deep orifice. Literally from the first pages I knew I was gonna finish this book. The movie based off this book replays the story in an interesting cinematic view.
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cabin . . . . The roof had fallen in and the mud between the logs had fallen out in
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