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161 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 3, 2016
“Shake, shake, yucca tree,
Rain and silver over me—”
“Stormclouds, gather in the sky,
Mockingbird and quail, fly; ”
“My love, my love, come haste away!
You’ll surely drown here if you stay.”
When the desert finally lets you go, naked and stumbling, your body humming with raw power and the song of dead things coiled under your tongue...http://uncannymagazine.com/article/yo...
You’d torn your hands to pieces, ripped the skin and flesh down to the bone, and the desert had built you back out of sand and briars, then pushed you rudely away from the entrance to the collapsed mineshaft. The wandering skeletons of slain cattle and men had stopped their nighttime shambling to watch through ant–eaten eyes. Stay away from this, child.