At the end of her life she was aware of heat but not pain. She had time to consider his eyes, eyes of that blue which is the color of the sky at first light of the morning. She had time to think of him on the Drop, riding Rusher flat out with his black hair flying back from his temples and his neckerchief rippling; to see him laughing with an ease and freedom he would never find again in the long life which stretched out for him beyond hers, and it was his laughter she took with her as she went out, fleeing the light and heat in to the silkly, consoling dark, calling to him over and over as she went, calling bird and bear and hare and fish.
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If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone
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The woman who preaches has poison religion. Let the respectable ones go
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The man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.
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They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.
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They were close to the end of the beginning...
Once again there was the desert, and that only.
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Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.
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There was murder, there was rape, there were unspeakable practices, and all of them were for the good, the bloody good, the bloody myth, for the grail, for the Tower.
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The trap had a ghastly perfection
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In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.
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