hat didn’t quite gel, hovering on the edge of poignant allusions but never expressing them properly. When rain fell, it came suddenly, drenching the parched soil, sluicing the roadway, with a wind that blew discarded plastic bott Unlike the others, Berenika does not watch it. ”She turned and walked up the steep path.
Scott Dalrymple, “Queen of the Kanguellas,” Realms of Fantasy, December. He’s laid some kind of plan, but is having trouble putting it into operation. * * *The next day, when Nina and I went down to do some cleaning on Amaryllis, I tried to convince myself it was my imagination that she was avoiding me. “This is Buhle.
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