You are no flea in petrified amber, no exoskeleton for the world to fossilize. You are not the serendipitous cadaver whose arrival on a research slab will result in the healing of cancers. You are merely a woman of twenty-nine years. If you go, there are few who will mourn you. There will be Marcheline [...]
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Delusions and Candor.
Posted in the Nine series (novel excerpts) on December 6, 2008 | 1 Comment »
