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The title story is absolutely incredible

If the boy broke these laws, the bull’s anger would roll like thunder into the village, overturn the grain baskets, and tear up the houses. The bull would paw the earth from the graves; the dead accustomed to darkness would squint in the light, moaning as the bull gored their bones.

But no doom covered them; only a shiver walked down their spines on soft, newborn feet at the very moment far away that a crack appeared between earth and sky, as if the world were a hatching egg.

He did not leave the area of the bomb blast, however, but moved further into it, advancing to within a view of the very crater. He would look on his death before succumbing to it, so he said.

These dark and light horses with feet like goats and horns in the middle of their foreheads live in the fastnesses of Thok Nang, a small domaine surrounded by Tibet and claimed by the Urdhiar tribe. An observer would say the beasts are striped, but a yiqh-yaqh is two beasts, a light horse caught in a dark cage and a dark horse caught in a light one. Neither can escape.