For a moment their eyes meet and her dark stare is frank before she hangs her head again in a convincing imitation of shame. I sighed and woke up. ____, “King Rat,” Gateways. Maybe there is a level of analogy there.
“But I have no regrets, not for a moment of my life. Zoquitl crouched against a high-backed chair, framed by holos of two goddesses who watched over childbirth: the Princess of the Blue and Purple Clouds, and the Bodhisattva of Mercy. My Dad wouldn’t have touched a guitar that sounded like that. it had happened anywhere in what we’re pleased to call the civilized world—it would have cut human history in two.
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