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Book Excerpt: kind that could twist into horrid masks for the amusement of the young. Now it just drooped.She stirred restlessly, driven to seek sympathetic understanding."You wonder what it's like, Evon?" she asked.He grunted at her quizzically and shook his head."To be one of the children of the Exodus, I mean," she added."Me? What are you thinking of, Letha?""Of your face. It looks suddenly like a nomad's face. You remind me of an old schnorrer who used to wander through our gardenboro every year to play his fiddle, and sing us songs, and steal our chickens.""I don't fiddle.""But your eyes are on the sky-fleet."Evon paused, hovering between irritation and desire to express. "It's strange," he murmured at last. "It's as if I know them--the star-birds, I mean. Last night, when I saw them first, it was like looking at something I expected to happen ... or ... or....""Something familiar?""Yes.""You think he hasRead More
