It is how it has always been. We will accept the legacy of our ancestors,' Asha says, smiling, and in her smile I do not see warmth or wisdom; I see fear. You're afraid of losing your hold on them,' I say coolly. I? I have no power.' Don't you? If you keep them from the magic, they will never know what their lives could be.' They will remain protected,' Asha insists. No,' I say. 'Only untested' -page 569
Libba BrayTheta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. โIโm embalmed.โ โPotted and splificated?โ โOssified to the gills. Time for night-night.
Libba Bray