Deorum (Of Gods)
RIGHT, sorry for the delay, I forgot this was a thing. Here is Part V, set about six days after the last bit. Parts I, II, III, and IV are also available
It was a Friday morning again when Jack woke himself up from a dream with shouting in a language he didn’t immediately recognize. This would have alarmed him more if he hadn’t discovered, over the past several days, a native speaker’s knowledge of German, Japanese, Welsh, Spanish, and Slovakian, as well as passable fluency in a handful of other tongues—including, to Anansi’s supreme satisfaction, Akan. The shouting was new, though, and as his brain caught up to the adrenaline in his veins, he vaguely recognized it as Russian, diphthong vowels dripping from hard consonants.
Jack tried to recapture the sound of his words, as if he could collect the echoes from where they had settled in corners of the room and hollows of the blankets, reassemble them into speech. He opened his mouth and let his lips move to form the syllables he had heard.
“Something meshok moi,” he said aloud. “Popast’v meshok moi.”
