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said Richmond, disgusted. He scrunched around on the floor; his guitar banged
hollowly. "I'm gonna lay back for a while. You deal with her, man." "You weren't
listening," said Donnell, exasperated. "I'm sorry. I was concentrating on the road.
Their bedroom was on the second floor, as were those of all the pets, and though
the furnishings were ordinary, Jocundra had spent a sleepless night because of
the walls. They were paneled with ebony, and from the paneling emerged ...
The fields were singing to him, a reedy insect chorus filling his ears, and he came
to know his path as a shaman's dance, an emblem etched upon the floor of the
universe by an act both of will and physicality. Then the movements of the ...
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We've been taught in recent years to think of mindless brain-eaters when we hear the word "zombies". In 1984, Shepard's first novel inverted the stereotype. A secret medical project, hidden in the ... Read full review
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I just don't like zombies, sorry...Not a bad book, sort of reminded me of Shelley's _Frankenstein_. Read full review