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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for a Edge book with the title 'Clash of the Sky Galleons'
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conversations.value: Clash of the Sky Galleons
  His words were almost lost in the tumult that had erupted at the timber-master's announcement as the great table was swiftly cleared and woodtrolls rushed to their cabins to prepare for the momentous event to come. Steg, Maris and Quint gathered round Wind Jackal as he issued instructions for the preparation of the sky ship.
  But the young fore-decker wasn't listening. Instead, he sat by himself at the great circular redoak, now cleared, his eyes wide with horror and his mouth twitching as he muttered the same word over and over in a quavering voice.
  Lorkel nodded and laid a wizened hand on Spillins's shoulder. 'Auras can be difficult,' he said. 'But always remember, Spillins, my friend, though someone's aura may sicken, it can also heal - given time.'
  Spillins's large dark eyes seemed to glaze over. 'That's part of the problem,' he whispered. 'I think time is running out...'
  Chopley Polestick extricated himself from the band of woodtrolls - who were sitting cross-legged on the deck in a circle, their arms wrapped round each other's shoulders and humming softly - and joined Wind Jackal at the helm. It was the first time the timber-master's feet had been so far from the ground, and he felt dizzy and slightly sick.
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conversations.value: Looking down, Quint saw, with a sickening lurch of the stomach, that his father's blood was dripping from the flight-rock platform straight down into the flight-rock below. Quint laid his father gently down, climbed to his feet and brandished his sword - just in time to see first one viciously clawed hand grip the edge of the platform; then another.
  With a wheezing grunt, the creature pulled itself up out of the rock. There was a low, rasping sound as its leathery wings scraped against the tunnel-entrance to its lair at the heart of the flight-rock. The next moment, the mutant wreck-demon climbed onto the flight-rock platform. It paused, and regarded Quint malevolently through six gleaming yellow eyes.
  Shimmering, venom-tipped tentacles quivered at either side of its broad, fang-fringed jaws, and an evil-looking spur crowned its lumpen, misshapen head. The creature swayed from side to side - its tail hissing as it slashed the air. The scent of the fresh blood had awoken in it a great hunger; now it was sizing up the latest intruder to the sky wreck, preparing to strike.
  Quint stood his ground, his back against the shattered mast; his front stained with Wind Jackal's blood. And as he stared ahead, a cold fury gripped him as all the trials and tribulations of the terrible voyage he had endured seemed suddenly to be embodied in this loathsome, malformed creature before him.
  With a sharp crack, the razor-sharp barbed tail lashed out, ripping Quint's greatcoat at the shoulder as it whistled past him and sending a thin streak of blood out across the powdery white moss on the platform. Quint leaped to one side as the tail swung back a second time -and sent the wreck-demon scuttling back with a deft slash of his sword.
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conversations.value: Looking down, Quint saw, with a sickening lurch of the stomach, that his father's blood was dripping from the flight-rock platform straight down into the flight-rock below. Quint laid his father gently down, climbed to his feet and brandished his sword - just in time to see first one viciously clawed hand grip the edge of the platform; then another. 
  With a wheezing grunt, the creature pulled itself up out of the rock. There was a low, rasping sound as its leathery wings scraped against the tunnel-entrance to its lair at the heart of the flight-rock. The next moment, the mutant wreck-demon climbed onto the flight-rock platform. It paused, and regarded Quint malevolently through six gleaming yellow eyes. 
  Shimmering, venom-tipped tentacles quivered at either side of its broad, fang-fringed jaws, and an evil-looking spur crowned its lumpen, misshapen head. Behind its thin, scaly body, a vicious-looking whiplash tail flicked menacingly backwards and forwards. The creature swayed from side to side - its tail hissing as it slashed the air. The scent of the fresh blood had awoken in it a great hunger; now it was sizing up the latest intruder to the sky wreck, preparing to strike. 
  Quint stood his ground, his back against the shattered mast; his front stained with Wind Jackal's blood. And as he stared ahead, a cold fury gripped him as all the trials and tribulations of the terrible voyage he had endured seemed suddenly to be embodied in this loathsome, malformed creature before him. 
  With a sharp crack, the razor-sharp barbed tail lashed out, ripping Quint's greatcoat at the shoulder as it whistled past him and sending a thin streak of blood out across the powdery white moss on the platform. Quint leaped to one side as the tail swung back a second time -and sent the wreck-demon scuttling back with a deft slash of his sword.
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conversations.value: Quint had also been able to look after the rest of the crew. Tem Barkwater, Spillins and the Stone Pilot had joined Duggin and his new fleet of sky ferries plying a lucrative trade over the teeming thoroughfares of Undertown - teeming even more than usual, because of the rebuilding of the burned taverns. There were rumours that Sister Horsefeather had plans for the biggest establishment yet, to be called the Bloodoak tavern. Hubble the banderbear, now recovered from his injuries, had joined Stope in the forge of the Hall of White Cloud here in the Knights Academy, where Quint saw him often. Raffix was in one of the thirteen towers awaiting the arrival of a great storm, while Phin - his burns fully healed - was back in the Academy Barracks.
  Quint met them in the Eightways Refectory or up in the Gantry Tower, where they could watch the sky ships approaching Undertown from far destinations out in the Deepwoods. After the latest purge, it was business as usual for the sky pirates and leagues of Undertown.
  But it was Maris that Quint saw more often than anyone else. Despite his arduous studies which one day would, he hoped, lead to a knighthood and a storm-chasing voyage, Quint always had time for her. Sometimes they would visit the deserted Great Library, or venture down in the sky cages from the West Landing, or climb to the top of the Loftus Observatory, reliving their past adventures.
  But wherever they went, Quint and Maris always ended back at the gates of the Knights Academy as the sun began to set over their beloved floating city.