Book3:WereMyDreamIs

yhisclothes.Goquickly.”Thetwoofthemimmediatelytookofftocarryoutherorders.Charinaranbacktothethroookupherbackpack,rummagingforthebottleofhundred-year-oldmaotaiwine.ShehaoKingDimitrisaying,

    “Heredrinksomeofthisoryou’llgetsick.Youarewetthroughandthrough.Thewinewillhelpyougetwarm.”Dimitritookthewineanddrankstraightfromthebottle.Awarmstreakwentfromhisthroattohisstomadhisbodyimmediatelyfeltwarmer.

    “Thisisthehundred-year-oldwineIhadbeenhforalongtime.Itisveryluckyforyoutofindthissmallbottleinthemidstofthishugedebrisandruins.”

    “Goon,takeanotherdrink”repliedCharinasmiling.“Warmyourselfsoyoudosick.”Dimitridrankagainfromthebottleandsighedsaying,

    “TheGiantMountainwasnotasluckyasyou.It