We are riding now across the darkness on a road that looks like cheesecloth. Enemy citadel, conquered nation, trap, ancestral home ... We shall see. There is a faint flickering from battlements and balcony. We may even be in time for a funeral. I straighten my back and loosen my blade. We will be there before much longer.
Good-bye and hello, as always.
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This is a fun thread. I will put in another ending and see if someone gets it:
"Und wenn sie mich suchen, ich halte mich in der Nähe des Wahnsinns auf." Bernd das Brot
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Finally! Ok try this one (it's not totally ez
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Her thick glossy hair spilled on her shoulders and hung down her back like a dark curtian. Her eyes were as deep as the stares of dead strangers in old photographs. But she was no stranger--she was something much less explicable. She knew him. And although he could not name her, he knew her too, in every cell of his being.
**"You are here," she said, and even the voice was like coming home. "At last you have come." She stood and spread her arms, her robes billowing like wings. As she smiled, her face suddenly seemed that of a young girl. "There is so much that we must talk about, my long-lost husband---so very much!"

Her thick glossy hair spilled on her shoulders and hung down her back like a dark curtian. Her eyes were as deep as the stares of dead strangers in old photographs. But she was no stranger--she was something much less explicable. She knew him. And although he could not name her, he knew her too, in every cell of his being.
**"You are here," she said, and even the voice was like coming home. "At last you have come." She stood and spread her arms, her robes billowing like wings. As she smiled, her face suddenly seemed that of a young girl. "There is so much that we must talk about, my long-lost husband---so very much!"
fall far and well Pilots!
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It must be Tad Williams, but from his series I haven't had time to read yet, called Otherland, but don't know which book...
Williams does have a wonderful way with words, as exemplified by his works which I have read -- Tailchaser's Song, and Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn. Someday I hope to find the time to read Otherland and his new stand alone fantasy The War of the Flowers.
Williams does have a wonderful way with words, as exemplified by his works which I have read -- Tailchaser's Song, and Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn. Someday I hope to find the time to read Otherland and his new stand alone fantasy The War of the Flowers.
