With a slow snap, the bolt came. What would they be worth if real.
Would five people breathing -- hyperventilating, perhaps -- into a skimpy volume raise the humidity to maximum. Working closely with the pain-loving shimrra and his coterie of sadomasochistic warlords had kept him treading a tightrope between influence and agony, never knowing when he might find himself tipping onto the wrong.
His trilling sound came into being, and ran up and down its fantastic scale rapidly.