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[…] taking itself higher and higher, more and more awful and beautiful, the originating ideal of all such sounds ever made, of the foghorn and the ship's horn, the locomotive's lonesome whistle, of opera singing and the music of flutes and the continuous moan-music of bagpipes. And suddenly it all went black. And that time was gone forever.
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Max
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He very often wept in church. Living up the Moyea with plenty of small chores to distract him, he forgot he was a sad man. When the hymns began, he remembered.
— 19 hours, 27 min ago
Max
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The child's eyes sparked greenly in the lamplight like those of any wolf. Her face was that of a wolf, but hairless.
"Kate?" he said. "Is it you?" But it was.
Nothing about her told him that. He simply knew it. This was his daughter.
— 19 hours, 40 min ago
"Kate?" he said. "Is it you?" But it was.
Nothing about her told him that. He simply knew it. This was his daughter.
Max
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And suddenly they flooded into the clearing and around it, many forms and shadows, voices screaming, and several brushed past him, touching him where he stood in his doorway, and he could hear their pads thudding on the earth. Before his mind could say “these are wolves come into my yard,” they were gone. All but one. And she was the wolf-girl.
— 19 hours, 42 min ago
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By now it no longer disturbed him to understand that the valley wouldn't slowly, eventually resume its condition from before the great fire. Though the signs of destruction were fading, it was a very different place now, with different plants and therefore with different animals.
— 19 hours, 52 min ago
Max
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”She prob'ly don't even speak English," he said aloud, and realized that nobody else was present. He was all alone in his cabin in the woods, talking to himself, startled at his own voice. Even his dog was off wandering and hadn't come back for the night. He stared at the firelight flickering from the gaps in the stove and at the enclosing shifting curtain of utter dark.
— 19 hours, 54 min ago
Max
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”God needs the hermit in the woods as much as He needs the man in the pulpit.”
— 19 hours, 58 min ago
Max
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”In a civilized place, the widows don't have much to say about who they marry. There's too many running around without husbands. But here on the frontier, we're at a premium. We can take who we want, though it's not such a bargain. The trouble is you men are all worn down pretty early in life.”
— 20 hours, 0 min ago
Max
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Eddie’s motives in helping the widow were easily deduced, and he didn’t state them.
— 20 hours, 32 min ago
Max
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He saw the moment with his wife and child as they drank Hood's Sarsaparilla in their little cabin on a summer's night, then another cabin he'd never remembered before, the places of his hidden childhood, a vast golden wheat field, heat shimmering above a road, arms encircling him, and a woman's voice crooning, and all the mysteries of this life were answered.
— Nov 08, 2026 06:45AM