XIII. Immer Morrigan
We wait for a starter's whistle at one end of the long
R. L. McAllister
XIII. Vishin
Dreaming, see the levelling plain rush slowly
XI. Lotht
Shieldbearing Idris raised me, high on a stationhouse stools
X. Babyll
rumbletrain underground out of the ground underground
IX. Parlezvous
And the scholarly woman said of Royal Bleheris
VIII. Bierth
From morning star to rise of moon she mouthed
VII. Let Them Eat Corn
While She of the Triple Tiara, mother of Bran's race.
VI. Fiach Hugh
Feach an Fiach! the Royal Brigand, pterodactyl
V. Matrix to Patrix
In a twilight alder grove, where heirs of the forest priests
IV. Genurgy
...in bekeening was our bird, dunkeling the interface
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