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The sun had already begun its ascent into the sky by the time they found a clear spot to set up camp. Nights in Cal'rota were blessedly low in temperature; none of them were ready to welcome back the daytime and her scalding embrace, but if they stuck around too long they risked discovery by shadowets.
One of them rode a scaly mount of unknown reptilian origin; the others rode standard desert cats, and the young ones clung to their mothers' backs like sap on a tree, eyes wide and liquid. The reptile rider was not a leader, but an outcast. Head bowed, he dismounted his animal and took it by the reins. A shimmery blue eye gazed straight into his own, unblinking and unafraid.
"How is the child?" he asked, throat rough with dust.
The rest had
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"Tells the time. Like the sun, but easier to read." The jockey gestured upwards and compared the time on his watch to that of the sun; they were identical but for the sky's lack of numerical sectors. The eyes of the other travellers remained fixed on his face.
"It's tickin'," whispered one woman to another. "Means it's 'lectronic. Dangerous, I bet."
"It's safe, madame," assured the jockey. His palms were sweating.
Suspicious, the women turned away. The dragon jockey made a mental note to disable the watch's hourly chime and turned to his mount, which lay in a restless coil beside the pitch-tent.
It was not a dragon. The beast was a thing of nightmare: a mutation in all the wrong ways, never meant to exist. It was beautiful to look at because its rider was a powerful sorcerer. Beneath the magic shimmering upon its skin it was a horrifying myriad of animals, from a northern bear to a tree doe to a shadowet. Its eyes bulged awkwardly from its misshapen skull, its teeth yellow and hanging from rotted gums.
He called it [i]Fyra'basj[/i], after the goddess of endurance.
As long as its rider remained alive, Fyra'basj would be beautiful and safe. It would shimmer like a fresh pearl in the sunlight, scales gleaming and healthy, eyes sapphiric and sharp as a
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But he knew better. Science had created this monster, and science would defend it. Fyra'basj was cloaked in sheaths of photographic reflectors. It would look beautiful. It would remain ugly. This was science, and the rider was grateful.
He had forgotten his name at the top of the hill marking the Western edge of the Cal'rota Sands.
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Green eyes behind rotten brown cloth watched the nomad party disappear into the edge of horizon. The fabric shifted; he yanked it down and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, flicking a match against the sandpaper patch on his belt and lighting it warily. His lips were chapped and his cheeks were hollow.
Java had been here for weeks. Here, wandering this Godforsaken desert, his only commodities the clothes on his back and the pack slung across his raw shoulder. He was exhausted. His envy of the travellers for their companionship had expanded into a writhing parasite, eating away at his persistence, decaying his heart.
He blinked. The sand was still drifting where they had disappeared. With a sigh beyond his twenty-eight years, Java flicked his cigarette and clambered back aboard his desert cat, its fur rough and dry on his flesh. Most of what he wore had worn away; he was left in scraggles of leather trousers and a pair of nasty old boots a size or two too
Watching a film, one can easily recognize plot, theme, characterization, etc., but not many realize what basic principle lies behind nearly every story conceived: the hero’s journey. This concept allows for a comprehensive, logical flow throughout a movie. Once the hero’s journey is thoroughly understood, anyone can pick out the elements in nearly every piece. The hero’s journey follows a simple outline. First the hero in question must have a disadvantaged childhood. Next the hero will find a mentor who wisely lays out his/her prophecy. Third the hero will go on a journey, either literal or figurative, to find him/herself. On this journey the hero will be discouraged and nearly quit his/her quest. Finally, the hero will fulfill the prophecy and find his/herself, realizing his/her full potential. This rubric may be easy to spot in epic action films, but if upon close inspection is found in a wide array of genres, some of which are fully surprising.
For five years Paul and Ellen have been dried out; now a three-day sandstorm leaves the land once more a desert. Paul, grimly enduring the years of drought and dust and continuing to hope that the land will come back, is not aware of the extent of his wife 's desperation. The growing rift between Paul and Ellen is evidenced by their bitter quarrelling. Ellen feels caged, trapped by wind, dust and her own inability to marriage. However, in order to show machismo Paul does not show his tenderness and emotion to his wife even when his wife needs them most. He does not care about his wife and pays no attention to what she suggests. Most ironically, he’d rather went to the stall and communicated feeling and emotions with mares not long after ruthlessly refusing Ellen’s begging of stay. At the end, his machismo inevitably results in the family 's tragedy. The tragedy has happened although Paul at last becomes aware of what has happened and understands his wife. Nobody can change the harsh
As I stepped off the plane, I felt a dry desert breeze wrap around me and breathed in the smoggy, dusty air. My family and I managed to make our way through...
Assignment details: Analyze the components of the hero’s journey. Basically, support the argument that Jaws follows the epic hero cycle. Name specific examples from the movie and connect them to the hero’s journey. However, this is not a plot summary. You are not retelling the story, but selecting examples to support the analysis.
Rob and Andy were gone, and although Groom was present, the ordeal of the previous night had taken a terrible toll on him. Seriously frost-bitten he was unable even to speak. While I tried to recover after my fruitless search for Harris, Hutchinson organised a team of four Sherpas to locate the bodies of Weathers and Namba. The search party had set off before Hutchinson, who was so exhausted and befuddled he’d forgotten to put his boots on and had tried to leave camp in his smooth-soiled liners.
The Hero’s Journey is a pattern of narrative that appears in novels, storytelling, myth, and religious ritual. It was first identified by the American scholar Joseph Campbell in his book A Hero with Thousand Faces. Campbell also discussed this pattern in his interview to Bill Moyers which was later published as a book The Power of Myths. This pattern describes the typical adventure of the archetype known as The Hero, the person who goes out and achieves great deeds. Campbell detailed many stages in the Hero’s Journey, but he also summarized the pattern in three fundamental phases: Separation, Ordeal, and Return that all heroes, in spite of their sex, age, culture, or religion, have to overcome in order to reach the goal. Alice in Wonderland, written by Lewis Carroll, provides a good example of the Hero's Journey. This story describes the adventures of Alice, a young English girl, in Wonderland. Although she lacks some of the stages identified by Campbell, she still possesses many of them that are necessary for a Hero to be considered a Hero.
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In the stark, harsh and barren desert floor lays the remains of some wooden structures. Structures that have weathered the seasons of life, the sandstorms, the blistering heat and bone chilling cold of harsh desert nights. Like lonely and silent soldiers standing guard, these remains watch time slip slowly by and leave them behind. Yet behind these weathered boards, shards of broken glass, remnants of a time long past lies more than a mere town, or what is known to most as a ghost town. But a town where mans hopes, dreams, achievements, struggles and losses can be found.
At midnight, Paul went outside and sat on the bench on the old, plank porch. Despite bundling himself in a heavy blanket, he shivered in the cold. The eastern sky before him was dotted with stars, scintillating above the quiet spread of desert. A few lonely clouds were drifting by.
A single trail etched its way across the field. Modest footprints, those of a man with a soft step could be seen for only a few minutes before the sands began to shift and hid any trace of passage. If one were quick enough to follow the trail it would seem as though whoever was making this small intrusion in the sand was heading into the heart of the desert; into almost certain death. A death caused by heat or exhaustion, whichever came first. It would seem that way although this would not be the case.
She looked down the cliff and could see, only the cigarette of the man with the rifle, and hear only the water, of the little spring. Then she heard something else, something stirring on the ground, near the water. It was one of the men. She knew only because she heard them talking. She could not make out what they were saying, but wondered if they were talking of Kino, who by now, was probably pretty far down the cliff.
In the deep crevices between the tufts of grass, the shadows stalked slowly upward, submerging the sandy earth in an inky sea. The sun sank until only its last, thin razor of light glimmered over the fields. Time stretched its ancient joint...