Excerpt: I Parma Táriva i Lómino & Honu Hana Hocus Hag

Sinomë, i tári tíra ciryar ar aiwi mi i taurë. Lassi laicë mérar lanta. Nat laurëa nu i lómin túla. I Anar haira fainëa terë i aldar ar i lómini. Nó andúnë, i Anar calima síla terë hísië ar lassi. Nan epë i Anar nútëa, i Nat Vinya telpë ná. Tiër andë hilyëar nu mornië, nu lómin ar terë lómë. Ata sílar eleni. Meldot órëat nilmë. Ar i tári méra tirë aran mára. Nér mára ar taura i aran ná. I tári méra ná indis arano. Nan i mornië túla imbi i lassi laicë aldaron. Hísië túla lintavë. Mornië túla. Lómë sinomë ná.

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He turned around to face the wall, and looked it up and down, as if expecting it to do something, anything interesting. "No, you really have no idea.....well, I suppose..." And he began mumbling to himself in a way that no one could possibly understand. He turned back around to face her, and looked down at his feet, bringing his head back up to gaze at her once again.
"Well," he sighed, "I suppose nothing can be done...yet." He made a slight shrug with his shoulders, and glancing left, went for the door. "Wait!" she suddenly found her courage. "You're going to bring me all the way out here, lead me on a wild goose chase, and not tell me what's going on?" She was starting to fume now, and he seemed bemused.
"You are in no position to understand. Though I'll tell you something: if you can tell me what the phoenix hides in the feather when the mongoose isn't watching, we can talk." Her eyes widened even more, and as the seconds passed, she became increasingly convinced that he was, in fact, certifiably insane.