Аннотация
Mary H. Herbert
Flight of the Fallen
“Cry for the Missing City”
How long, oh gods?
will you forget us for ever?
how long will you hide your faces from us?
How long shall we have perplexity in our minds,
and grief in our hearts, day after day?
how long shall our enemies triumph over us?
Look upon us and answer us, oh gods;
and give light to our eyes, lest we sleep in death,
lest our enemy say, “I have prevailed over them,”
and our foes rejoice that we have fallen.
The Cliffs1
Linsha stiffened her legs in the stirrups and lifted herself upright in the saddle. Over her horse’s ears she looked straight across and down into the deep, rolling waters of the southern Courrain Ocean. Gilded with the light of the sun setting behind her, the sea lay spread out before her in a vast expanse of water and sky.
Out of habit she scanned the land to her left and right. To her left far in the distance she could j...
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