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A western horizon of tall dunes mounted on low rock, taller dunes since the
sandstorm, maybe bare stone after the next. Amber afterglow. Jang strewn along
the veranda wailing about bones torn from sockets, muscles liquidized, sunburn.
There was a noise on the veranda, shouts, exciting thump- ings. The Jang had
apparently spotted something. Could it be the plane? I sped veranda-wards, and
emerged among an applauding, pointing melee of Felainnillaloxiandphy.
Now, here he was, poetically swooning all over my veranda, with a reemerged
Nilla scurrying to bring him food, drink, and cushions, and even Felain and Glis
out and about, Glis getting medical machines to take his pulse and Felain cooing
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - KimFalconer - LibraryThing
I'm blogging about this right now! Tanith Lee is a beautiful writer addressing the hard problems of consciousness in the ancient way - through storytelling. Read full review
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This is the second and longer half of the story begun in Don't Bite the Sun. Calling it a sequel is as misleading as calling the 2nd and 3rd novels of the Lord of the Rings sequels. This tells the ... Read full review