The Thing from the Darkness

Dark fantasy. From the darkness. What's that?

Oh, telephone. Close, helmet, the first chance of that gets sleep in this country. Not that blame telephone, I have to wake me up. I should let it ring so doomsday. Yes, yes, this is San Canyon Airport.

Oh, it's a Don Thurman's Wiki. There's a plane here. Where? Mantella. I don't care much for that trip across the desert, but if you need the plane, you're willing to pay me for flying it to you.

It will make it 600 and it's a deal. All right, I'll make your arrangements. Now you can expect me in about seven hours if everything goes all right. You know, fine. and have that 600 wailing for me. I'll need it at Mantella and it's sea, north and northeast, 13 degrees, and Mantella lies in that direction. I'm going to buck a headwind most of the way I'm afraid.

And the mountains worry me, they're dangerous. And see now, this way is no, not that way for me. If I ever ended up in San Tia, I wouldn't want to bet anything on my chances of getting to that place and coming out to tell about it.

I can't stay up here much longer. The sandstorm over the desert's getting worse every minute. I can't see a thing down there that gives peace soup. Oh, Con, how did there goes the motor? Joked up with sand.

Well, here it goes. I can't see where I'm heading, but maybe I can bring her in on her belly. I've been pounding in my ears for hours. Oh, my eyes blinded, but I'd awful sandstorm.

I can't see. I don't know whether it's day or night. Oh, I know is that someone found me out there on that desert and brought me here. Is that someone? Someone there. I have come to take you to the king. You will be placed in the den of the leopards.