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The Flying Sorcerers -- David Gerrold and Larry Niven -- (1971) (Version 2003.01.07) Shoogar was on the warpath. The villagers wondered uneasily if they should pack. The last time their protector had done this he had blown the whole village to hell and they had all had to trek to find a new area. Still, he had proved his point. Shoogar was indeed a mighty witch doctor -- and his flock took a kind of resigned pride in his power. After all, who knew what the new invader could do? Better the protector you know than the one you don't. Had they but known the marvels and monstrosities that Shoogar in his rage would bring about they would have fled shrieking. Which of course they did -for a while. But Shoogar drew them back, for his power was great. And they didn't really have any place else to go. No place, that is, that had as many interesting possibilities as Shoogar's wild and woolly mind could conceive ... Dedicated to the men of NASA; We understand their problems I WAS awakened by Pilg the Crier pounding excitedly on the wall of my nest and crying, "Lant! Lant! It's happened! Come quickly!" I stuck my head out. "What's happened?" "The disaster! The disaster!" Pilg was jumping up and down in excitement. "I told you it would happen." I pulled my head in and dressed. Pilg's joy was a frightening thing. I felt my fur rising, fluffing out in fear as I wondered... Pilg the Crier had been predicting disaster for weeks -- as was his habit. He predicted his disasters twice a year, at the times of the equinox. The fact that we were leaving the influence of one sun and entering that of the other would make the local spells completely unstable. As we approached conjunction --
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