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Epigraph
Prologue
Her son, Jerem, spotted the strange men…
Irrya’s morning sunlight, tinted ocher…
Bishop Vokir knew that his pleasures were changing…
He spoke clearly…
Paula and Jerem were detained…
Artwhiler was screaming…
Miles Yukura, with feet propped…
At two a.m., the Pasha disturbed Rome’s dreamless sleep…
“Howdy,” said the midget…
“Jerem, wake up.”
I once gave my advanced class of humans a lesson…
Pasha Haddad had suggested…
Codrus closed his four eyes…
On Tuesday morning…
In terror, Paula awoke…
Rome arrived twenty minutes early…
The Lion of Alexander was a withered old man…
Gillian and Nick sat in the back…
It was noonday on the Shan Plateau…
Paula ran…
A human once approached with an odd request…
Rome felt the excitement…
The thoroughfare was dirty…
Rome, concentrating, placed the empty wine carafe…
Gillian’s tiny room at the Hotel Costello…
Urikov looked around and saw nothing…
On the cracked plastic steps…
Rome was running late…
At a bank terminal near the main concourse…
Rome kept pace with the Pasha’s swift stride…
The Achilles’ heel of the Paratwa…
Today, in this chamber, I am truly alone…
Bishop Vokir’s overture for an evening of solitude…
One evening, upon emerging from a flexing chamber…
Santiago killed the headlights…
The Lion of Alexander reminded Rome of death…
It was early morning…
I have fallen, thought Rome…
On Rome’s office monitor…
Paula gauged her footsteps with care…
Rome sat alone in his darkened office…
I guess it’s showtime…
Each perceptible movement…
In the Church sanctuary…
Paula stepped from the car…
In the center of the stasis chamber…
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