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301 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1971
Briefly seduced by adventure, and having had a taste of the sky and of international dangers, the city had been stunned by it all and now withdrew into its ancient stones.
In our city spring came from the sky, not from the soil, which was ruled by stone that knows no seasons.
“The world is changing blood,” she said to no one in particular. “A person changes blood every four or five years, and the world every four or five hundred years. These are the winters of blood.”
The city was tossing and turning as if it were having a nightmare. It gave off a lugubrious rumble that was redolent with death.