Only Raphael sat up, crouched half-naked beside the fish pond, and the fish circled at his feet. He was talking with Damiano. “You look much better, I think,” the spirit was saying. “Except for your nose.” “My nose,” repeated Raphael. He touched that member for identification and winced at the re...
The world, on the other hand, is the only lens in which you can see yourself. It is both lenses together that make vision. My king, I have ruined three clean sheets and broken a pen nib in writing this salutation of two words. I had not thought I was nervous, but how can I deny this image the w...
Gaspare clung like a monkey to the lean black back, with nothing to restrain Festilligambe but a tattered rope bridle. But the young man’s cross-continental ride on a dragon had burned away all the nervousness he had once felt around horses. They passed the central square—a little plot of green, ...
MacAvoy Table of Contents Dedication Epigraph Prelude Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Coda To my mother Has he tempered the viol’s wood To enforce both the grave and the acute? Has he curve...
MacAvoy Table of Contents Dedication Epigraph Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 This novel is dedicated to Pierre Bensusan, the musician, whose face on an album...