Frozen Dreams Working Draft Process, Day Four: 4 Chapters / 7,729 words.

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I had all the time in the world to pop the bottlecap off with my thumb and send the fizzing brown liquid inside at the sand devil.

I don’t remember the name of the lunatic from the Kingdom of Virginia — but I repeat myself — who went questing into the swamps for the recipe for this stuff, back in the wild and woolly days of the Twenty-Third Century. From what I hear, the only thing harder than getting into the ruins of Atlantis to find the formula was getting back out again. But she did, and the Virginians then made sure that every civilized realm in North America learned the secret of the syrup. New California was the first country to restart full-scale production; it’s an integral part of the Lore. Which makes it very, very holy.

“Have a drink and a smile, gilipollas,” I snarled as I directed the spray.