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“I was hoping someone would shut him up!” he roared over the raucous tumult in the room.
Thetaph
Anghiar of Barbadior
“There are so few benefits to standing watch here, aren’t there?”
“Red vixen,” he said, “how do you like to play?”
Let it be enough, she prayed then, aiming the thought like an arrow of the mind toward Morian in her Halls.
We do with our hands what we cannot say.
ill-at-ease
sonrai berries,
syrenya.”
Translations by Brian Friel.
Milan Kundera
the International Goliardos Prize
the World Fantasy Award
