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124 pages, Paperback
First published November 5, 2004
The squamous lunary sphere gibbered its leprous beams over the shambling Apache village under the hideous overhanging dewlap of the mesa, just past the arroyo where Dead Man's Creek is wont to gurgle after spring rains. The angular shadows of the tipis and wigwams seemed to slumber abhorrently in the necrophilious illumination. In the distance perverted coyotes howled at the waning sun nameless chants that where old when mankind was only worms squirming on the shores of the Permean sea. Elsewhere across the plains, normal coyotes howled nameless chants at the rising moon.