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PHOENIX IN THE ASHES Joan D. Vinge Scanned & Proofed By MadMaxAU * * * * Table of Contents Phoenix in the Ashes Voices From the Dust The Storm King The Peddler’s Apprentice Psiren Mother and Child * * * * PHOENIX IN THE ASHES The sun’s blind, burning face pushed upward past the scarred rim of the river canyon; brands of light seared Hoffmann’s closed eyelids. He stirred, and sighed. The tem-perature rose with the sun; flies and red ants took the day shift from the mosquitoes. Hoffmann kicked free of the blankets and sat up. He brushed flies from his face, sand from his watch crystal. “Six a.m. ...” Something stung his foot. “God damn!” He crushed an ant, felt the familiar throbbing begin to spread up his foot; he was allergic to ants. There was no antidote—it meant half a day’s nagging pain and nausea. He put on his pants, hobbled down to the river to splash his head and shoulders |
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