Although the Nextwave of barbarian warriors was invading Xanth, Mare Imbrium discovered that ever since she had gained the half soul, the night mare had begun to mishandle her job of delivering bad dreams. Exiled to the day world with a message for King Trent, Mare met the relentless, unforgiving Horseman. For the night mare, it began to be all a horrible nightmare!
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December 31, 1981
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Excerpt from Night Mare by Piers Anthony
Chapter 1. To See the Rainbow
The stork glided to a landing before Stunk's residence and squawked for attention.
"No, it can't be!" the goblin cried in panic. "I'm not even married!"
" 'Snot that," the stork said through his long bill. "In the off-season I deliver mail." He produced an official-looking letter.
"Off-season for what?" the goblin demanded.
"You wouldn't understand. Take the missive. I have other idiots to bug."
"But I can't read!" Stunk protested, his panic shifting to embarrassment. Few goblins could read, but like most illiterates, they didn't like this advertised.
"I will read it to you, bulbnose." The stork opened the envelope and oriented an eye on the document inside.
"Same to you, birdbrain," Stunk said politely. Goblins had excellent manners, though for some reason other creatures seemed unable to appreciate them.
"Don't answer back, dolt," the stork said. "I'm reading the letter, not talking to you. Don't you know what 'Greetings' means?"
Stunk didn't answer.
"Hey, stupid, I asked you a question," the stork said, irritated.
"I thought you were reading the letter, needlebeak, so I didn't answer back. I'm trying to be polite to one not worth the effort. Of course I know what it means. It's an ungoblinish salutation."
"Salutation, ha! You dope, it means you have been drafted!"
"What? I wasn't aware of any draft. It's a very quiet day; no breeze at all."
"Abducted into the army, moron! Caught by the official press gang. Your happy civilian life is over."
"No!" Stunk cried, appalled. "I don't want to fight. Not that way, with weapons and rules and things. Tell me it isn't true!"
"I'll bet you wish you'd had the baby instead, huh, goblin!" the stork gloated, cradling the letter with his wings.
"Why would I be summoned to war? We're at relative peace with the dragons and the griffins!"
"It's the Mundane invasion, oaf. The Nextwave of conquest. The horrible Mundanes are coming to make dragon stew and goblins too."
"No! No!" Stunk screamed, his horror growing by stumbles and lurches and faltering footsteps. "I don't want to be goblin stew! I'm only a young, ignorant lout! I have my whole ornery life ahead of me! I won't go!"
"Then you are a draft evader or a deserter," the stork said, licking his beak with an orange tongue. "Do you know what they do to deserters?"