--The Rules of a Good Life The fire was crackling, the smoke drawn up and out of fissures in the cave’s ceiling. Marnka had made a mélange of the jipini berries, tano, and denish that I’d found. It was scant, but delicious, the way any food is to the truly hungry. “I have been trying to remember ...
His steps faltered, waiting for a response that was slow in coming. She heard the Kelroosh-kin muttering among themselves, and saw thought-grains moving back and forth between them and among the Reev-kin. The soumyo are nervous, she sent to Reln. It might be better to pick up the pace. He barely ...
It was hardest on Nez, I thought, being kler-raised and insulated from the sorts of accidents that happened on a commune. But Nez had been taken by the lumani. She knew about panic and pain. She understood about making hard choices for the greater good. In Kelroosh we went...