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After his ship capsized, crab fisherman Jack Namblin swam through icy waters to the nearest land he could reach —a small island in the Aleutian peninsula—where he survived for 426 days using this pair of hand-fashioned bone knives.

Dr. Selma Ruiz had spent her entire career trying to finish the great ambition of her father, the archeaologist Benicio Ruiz-reuniting the mythical Aztec serpent cuffs. If she had translated the writings correctly, when she slipped them on, she would be granted the powers of the moon goddess Metztli. After being trapped in metaphysical exile for millenia, however, Metztli was in no mood to lend out her powers to a mortal, so she instead took Dr Ruiz' body for her own.

fertility idols; various materials After amassing an impressive collection of fertility idols in the hopes of finally siring an heir, Reginald Porcquot III was eventually obliged to acknowledge that the lack of potency might not lie with his wife.

While the piece bears many of the hallmarks of Og’s late obsidian period—intentionally rough, unfinished hewing on the stone component suggesting a rejection of artifice, and the careful balancing of organic and inorganic elements—its heavy-handed comparison between a crafted blade and a found antler ultimately lacks the deliberation and nuance of the master’s work. At best, it might be considered a tribute to Og by one of his contemporaries; perhaps Kurg or Mok.

Ketut knew better than to venture into the shrine he had discovered in the forest outside his village, but he couldn't resist the whispered promises of untold wealth that woke him in the night. As he stared into the eyes of the statue of Rangda, feeling his limbs contorting painfully and his skin hardening to wood, he realized too late what had happened to the other missing men in the village.

Kit Kirasuma always seemed to have the solution to a problem in her pouch. When Mr. Montgomery’s mailbox door came loose, she had a piece of copper wire to fasten it on; when Benji sliced his finger prying open a bottle of ginger ale, she stitched it up with a needle and some fishing line; Jennifer Murray was back on the road in a jiffy when Kit patched her flat bike tire with some chewing gum and sailcloth. Hanging from a broken railroad tie on the old Black River Gorge bridge, with the harness strap slowly tearing, Kit wondered what she could pull out of the pouch to save the day this time.