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224 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1962
…the land he rode was a land where each living thing lived by the death of some other thing.
A lizard darted out on a rock near him, and stopped, its side panting with the heat. Overhead a buzzard circled, but the blue sky of morning was gone, and in its place was a sky of heat-misted brass from which the sun blazed.