Dreams of Dark and Light: The Great Short FictionTwenty-three tales of fantasy, science fiction, horror and the macabre, many of them conveying a hauntingly dark sensibility. |
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... glass of lizard - green and storm - purple is several inches thick . There is no red glass in the window . The colour red is forbidden in the castle . Even the sun , behind the glass , is a storm sun , a green - lizard sun . The young ...
... glass of lizard - green and storm - purple is several inches thick . There is no red glass in the window . The colour red is forbidden in the castle . Even the sun , behind the glass , is a storm sun , a green - lizard sun . The young ...
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... glass . It makes the atmosphere somewhat depressing , although the bush itself gives off a pleasant smell , rather ... glass and glass like storms and lizards , are fastened tight . 20 DREAMS OF DARK AND LIGHT.
... glass . It makes the atmosphere somewhat depressing , although the bush itself gives off a pleasant smell , rather ... glass and glass like storms and lizards , are fastened tight . 20 DREAMS OF DARK AND LIGHT.
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... glass portals she was frequently visible - a young Earth woman , by appearance , with coal - black hair that fell to her waist . She had a classical look , a look of calmness and restraint . Much of the day , and often for long ...
... glass portals she was frequently visible - a young Earth woman , by appearance , with coal - black hair that fell to her waist . She had a classical look , a look of calmness and restraint . Much of the day , and often for long ...
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BECAUSE OUR SKINS ARE FINER | 3 |
BITEMENOT OR FLEUR DE | 18 |
BLACK AS | 43 |
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