Shuffling the scrap around at night was proving nearly impossible. She had waited until too late, though, tinkering in her workshop with her newest invention.

Lightly place a new acquisition onto the tower of to-be-stripped vehicles. Normally, clearing space was an interesting puzzle game, played on a gigantic scale.

Her cousin, Oilcan, was out with the flatbed wrecker, clearing their third call of the night, and it wasn't Shutdown proper yet. Tinker had been high up in the crane tower, shuffling cars around the dark sprawling maze of her scrap yard, trying to make room for the influx of wrecks Shutdown Day always brought in. The wargs chased the elf over Pittsburgh Scrap and Salvage's tall chain-link fence shortly after the hyperphase gate powered down. is the Japanese way to indicate stunned or annoyed silence. WS: To zen Don, who may or may not be there. To Don, who is forever seeing hedgehogs.ĭK: To Don, How do you know that Don doesn't know that the hedgehogs are enjoying themselves in the spring. WS: To Don, I will never look at hedgehogs the same way again? To Don, Champion of the hedgehogs! To Don, 'What, no, it's not a hedgehog, it's his head!' To Don, it's hedgehogs the whole way down. WS: To Don, who will someday get his hedgehog. How about: To Don, cute, but prickly like a hedgehog. Production by Windhaven Press, Auburn, NHĭK: Wow! Thanks. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.Īll rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

Tinker by Wen Spencer