The Prophecy Machine (Investments) - Plot & Excerpts
He ran for cover quickly, under the arches by a shop called SHIRT. He thought he knew what they sold there. He'd been in town long enough to guess. Maybe there was one called FROCK nearby, where he could get something for Letitia to wear. If there really was a shop, if there really was a FROCK. If it was day now instead of dark. If it wasn't raining hens and frogs. If there weren't any Foxers or Hooters on the prowl. Maybe the storm was a piece of luck. Even villains of the very worst sort would likely stay home on such a frightful night. Finn wrapped his cloak about him and ran into a fierce, punishing rain that came at him in chilling and penetrating gusts, and nearly swept him off his feet. A rain that moaned and howled, a rain that stung his cheeks, a rain hard as peppercorns, hard as little daggers, hard as little stones. A rain, Finn decided, that could drown a man standing if he dared to raise his nose. He didn't have a plan, at least not one that made sense. He didn't know east, he didn't know west.
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