Flaxicin is a mold grown on the brown spotted mushroom, which is effective for driving out infection. The Muvari word for untruth and infection are the same, differentiated only by inflection. So, when someone is likely telling a lie, another might suggest that the hearer listen with a dose of flaxicin, so as to determine whether the words are truth or fiction.
Originally, this phrase was said with a little bit of humor, because anyone who has encountered a hobranx knows there is no safe side. They have great scythes upon each arm and huge jaws that can devour the largest of prey. Even the three-toed feet are massive enough to crush a man beneath. A blow from the tail can snap ribs and beat a man to death. However, it has been suggested that the safe side of a hobranx is whichever side is a stone spire length (approximately a mile) distant.
The Martian rat, the skelk, has teeth that continuously regrow if they are lost. The detritus of these teeth, which can often be found in skelk burrows or nests, is called spottle. When someone says they ‘can’t make spottle from jaw’ it means they can’t discern between the jaw and the spottle, or can’t make any sense of what they are referring to.
The quarrel of some crossbows have four points, and this is the origination of a phrase used to indicate any effort carried out wholeheartedly or with maximum effort and intention.
Some of the hobranx’s natural enemies, such as the razor-toothed fingrit, who hunt in packs, are hatched, and so whenever a hobranx encounters a nest of its enemies’ speckled eggs, it crushes them beneath its three-toed feet.
One ancestor of the Pesh Clan, Favrona Pesh, was told that because of the great debt her spend-thrift husband had inflicted upon the family, that her home would be forfeit and her five companion wives and eighteen children would be thrown to the streets.
She said that she would endeavor to see every penny of that debt paid even if she should have to sew skelk furs together to make cloaks to sell at the market, but that if anyone came for her home it would “come to swords”.
After praying for guidance she felt she should go glean the mushroom mines. Though this was unlikely to provide more than a meal or two for her family, and would nothing do in the way to compensate the man they owed a debt, she followed the prompting. While she was gleaning she found an emerald in the earth.
Elated to be able to pay what her family owed, she approached a money changer and was paid in gold. She separated the amount she owed, but when she went to pay her debt she found her home had been repossessed and her family tossed out. She paid the lender who still refused to relinquish her home, so she took up the Pesh family sword and slew seven men before the lender finally returned her home.
Favrona Pesh put her husband on a strict budget, invested her remaining gold in an oil sump and was able to support the family off the dividends. Local lenders refused to extend any more credit to Favrona’s husband when she personally visited each of them and warned them they would never receive one penny of the money they lent.
The last bastion of freedom on Mars is about to fall…undermined by enemies within: a secret sisterhood of assassins and the fugitive remnants of the Yellow League–rogue Technopriests with the secret of immortality–who are returning with ancient weapons of unimaginable power, and vengeance in their cold, cold hearts.
Only an astronaut from future Earth and a motley alliance of Martian female warriors stand in their way.
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