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“I ignore religions,” said Brawne Lamia. “I do not succumb to them.”
Bound by obedience and schooled in discipline, Lenar Hoyt accepted without question.
I am tired of this city. I am tired of its pagan pretensions and false histories. Hyperion is a poet’s world devoid of poetry.
real houses of worship are the countless saloons and brothels, the huge marketplaces handling the fiberplastic shipments from the south, and the Shrike Cult temples where lost souls hide their suicidal hopelessness behind a shield of shallow mysticism.
Their reaction to the cross certainly suggested that I had encountered a group of survivors of a once Christian colony—Catholics?—even
Even before I began the treacherous descent I knew it was too late to help. But it was my duty.
Why has God allowed this obscenity?
Her brown hair was short by current Worldweb fashion, short and straight and cut so that the longest strands fell from the part, just a few centimeters left of the center of her forehead, to just above her right ear. It was a boy’s haircut from some forgotten time, but she was no boy.
He kept his obsession with Mystery secret, knowing full well how it would read on a psych report.
He would end his life as useless and harmless as a child’s runaway balloon.
