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311 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2003
She was pleased, rather than not, that the little girl was black because, as she never stopped complaining to Edward, his friend were all much too white, now that he lived in a multicultural society.
It was not that he had forgotten. Not that he had deliberately destroyed what was good. He had never known it was good. He had never understood. He had seemed to be part of it all, but he, Destra’s son, the graceful and charming and delightful DeRod, whom we had all admired, had been a blind person among us.
Cities and Thrones and Powers
Stand in Time’s eye,
Almost as long as flowers
Which daily die:
But as new buds put forth
To glad new men
Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth
The Cities rise again.