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386 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2009
“Rain,” Ilushet said. “Another day or so, perhaps, and we will have a storm. You can smell the water a week away. Comes stealthy and thin at first, but when it’s about to pour on you it’ll be as subtle as a blow.”
No sooner had I finished than the rain dropped. It did not simply fall: a solid wall of it came washing our way, so thick I could barely see past it. In amazement I stood frozen on the edge of the wagon’s platform, and so took the brunt of the first fall on my chest and face … The sleeting water seemed to connect me to the earth, and we were all one thing: sky to back to foot to ground.