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595 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1976

Near the bank were four swans, almost stationary, moving so slowly that they appeared, only to be drifting with the tide. Each one mirrored, duplicated in the still water. It seemed sometimes that they could see their own reflections and were admiring themselves. Then one or another would break her reflection by dipping a delicate beak.
Graceful things.
White things.
Like women.
Unpredictable. Gentle. Fierce. Faithful or unfaithful. Loyal or traitorous. God who knew?



Near the bank were four swans, almost stationary, moving so slowly that they appeared to only be drifting with the tide.
is the last outstanding installment, but I will carry on till at least the following book
to make up my own mind.