Cathedral: Stage 16, 17
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| no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
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| 1 | A Bonfire | I feed on the air as I heat the day's meal, cooking the meat of what once used to squeal |
| 2 | An Alarm Clock | By ringing of bells, morning's silence I break; I cry out at the time when you must be awake |
| 3 | 2 Volcano worshiping villagers | We're a worshipping pair who revere mountain's fire, asking deity's aid to attain what's desired |
| 4 | A blue Handle Sword | I'm a knight's best offense when engaged in a fight; the shade of my grip's like the daytime domain of kite |
| 5 | A fruit picking King | I'm leader who's lifted by servants in seat, hoisted upward to pick something juicy and sweet |
| 6 | A hand Mirror | If you've features of face that you need to inspect, look at me and an image of you I'll reflect |
| 7 | A green Snake | I'm a half two serpents who've locked beady gaze, the color of the sky mixed with the sun's golden rays |
| 8 | A Golden Key | I'm a sunny unlocker in colorful glass; turned in closed door I'd allow one to pass |
| 9 | 3 Worship Villagers | We raise hands in praise of a creature in flight, a trio 'neath idol with span shining bright |
| 10 | A Cat Statue | My kin hiss when scared but I make not a sound, a ning-lifeless pet to one location bound |
| 11 | 2 bolts of lighting | I'm the left electrified bolts in mid-stike, betwixt clouds and a tall rocky feature you'd hike |
| 12 | A Skull | I store thinking folds in a cavernous space, a formation that lies beneath skin of the face |
| 13 | A pair of scissors | I'm essential to barbers for serving hair's tips, a sharpened and oiled pair of loop-handled snips |
| 14 | A Radio | To convert waves to sound, I'm a tool unsurpassed; I'm a sounder of songs or a talk show broadcast |
| 15 | A Feather | I'm an emerald plume lost by a sky traveling thing, replacing the grip of what bravest knights swing |
| 16 | A pair of Binoculars | I'm a set of bound scopes with two pieces for peeper; when I'm utilized, field of vision grows deeper |
| 17 | A Clothes Iron | I've a weighty flat surface that's heated like fire, then pressed about linens til smooth as desired |
| 18 | 2 villagers harvesting Corns | We harvest what through cultivation we raise, paired pickers of produce, two reapers of maize |
| 19 | A Ark | A carrier carried, I keep items blessed; at four shoulders' height I'm a sacred gold chest |
| 20 | A Pipe | It's a veil of billowing smoke I decant, for I hold burning bits of a smoldering plant |
| 21 | An eye | I'm a watching decor on a comfortable seat; if you look before sitting, my gaze will you meet |
| 22 | A bottle of perfume | Upon me a great sum of money is spent, for I contain a flowery and elegant scent |
| 23 | A Roasting pig | I'm a sty-dwelling swine in position most dire, for I've found myself bound to pole turned over pyre |
| 24 | An hourglass | I've transparent chambers of time keeping grains; when flipped one shall lose what the other one gains |
| 25 | A blue bow tie | I'm an elegant bow worn by suited exec; two water-hued loops and a knot at the neck |
| 26 | A volcano | I'm a violent vent starting infernos by flow; when I rumble and smoke my high peak's soon to blow |
| 27 | A microscope | As I'm focused, one eye grows increasingly keen, for I magnify views of a miniscule scene |
| 28 | A Typewriter | I'm like modern computer but of older age, a tool to transmit one's words to a page |
| 29 | The Sun | I'm a bringer of heat to stepped structure below, flanked by creatures on wing while I cast golden glow |
| 30 | A Golden snake Candelabra | I'm a column providing the room's fiery light, a wax stick's supporter on base with a bite |
| 31 | A group of Fish | We dwell below waves in a most diverse school, six scaly swimmers amidst what fills pools |
| 32 | An apple tree | I branch toward the sky, grown from sub-surface root, a bark coated bearer of sweet crimson fruit |
| 33 | A book of sheet music | I keep on-staff collections of notes in cascade, a record of song and their note to be played |
| 34 | A 2 pointed arrow | I'm an oddity lanched by an archer's attack, a shaft and a vane 'neath two points in a stack |
| 35 | A Golden Heart | I'm a symbol in gold amidst bark and leaes both, a blood pumping shape and anomalous growth |
| 36 | A Golden Bird | In a sky of a ruddier hue do I stand, a creature of flight o'er a sextet of hands |
| 37 | A Fanning Servant | I'm an attendant charged with dispersing the heat, cooling off royal figures who've taken a seat |
| 38 | A stack of wood | We're cuts of pines fallen and stacked in caches; an axed pile destined for fueling a blaze |
| 39 | A Mayan Temple | I'm like Giza's stone crypts without angles but squares, and a chamber on top to be accessed by stairs |
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