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cotton
plexan.
Psycho cases didn’t bother him. Logic was always present. It was just twisted.
He reached into his jacket pocket and extracted a small square of hard paper.
why a murderer would go to elaborate lengths to conceal a painting’s identity rather than his own.
An electric charge left no calling card.
obstreperous
It wasn’t that he was incapable 'of sharing with others. It was just that he chose not to do so.
like a napalm-armed skier caught in a Colorado avalanche.
perpetual stalemate.
falling like an amputated arrowhead toward the red-brown frying pan that was Northern Arizona.
Below lay earthtone gone amuck, reds and umbers and dirty pink and brown, sprawled, from horizon to horizon like a Calcutta whore.
swarmed like corpuscles
frangipani.
oxynitro as pure as the symbology of a periodic table.
hatathli, a medicine man,
negodated
Ganado was a seething southwestern bouillabaisse.
glittering spires; electric necklaces stuck in the earth.
mellifluous melange of English and Navaho.
If they were consistently rational, however, dreams would not be dreams.
lintel
Also, in a sandpainting you do not see eagles copulating.”
as if nature had set aside her fine-pointed tools and little brushes and had gone to work with the heavy machinery.
verdure
stolid,
hatathli.”
real witchcraft is practiced by people who make a living predicting the rise and fall of the Nasdaq index.
wide, shallow canyon like some prehistoric herbivore, a thick coat of antennae sprouting from its back.
the crests of the smooth, rust-red ramparts were scraping the belly of Heaven itself.
“These people get high on mutton.”
ocotillo
paloverde.
observed the dog admiringly. It did better work than some of those who’d graduated from the Academy’s course in crowd control.
It was like driving through a crack in the planet.
bamlike
“What’s a yei?” Moody inquired. “A spirit. A god. A person. It depends. Yei-bei-chei. Yei for short.”
use a debondable elastomeric transparent adhesive.
like a lepidopterist examining a brilliantly colored but not unique specimen.
was the same answer they’d received from a hundred different people back in town.
He looked as if time had worn the bulk off him much as the wind had sculpted the wild sandstone monuments of the canyon.
Ancient cliffs towered above them, silent and unhelpful, the edges of the wound in the Earth that was Canyon de Chelley.
It’s a dumb fisherman who sits in the same spot without catching fish and never moves on.”
It was late and the holasers and neons and airborne electrophosphorescents were emerging from electronic hibernation, flaring to luminescent life in search of consumer prey.
noshing,
illumination was supplied solely by electrons which had been bent to the will of determined advertisers,
much as toy poodles had been bred for the delight of elderly women suffering from...
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A cerebromassage red-and-yellow head-band pulsed softly against his forehead like a somnolent snake.
One hand worked its keyboard while the other toyed with a ratpad.
which read the concentric molecular layers of the mollysphere the way a good paring knife peels an onion,
