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Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time.

Janet Morris

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Janet Morris
Age: 78
Born: 1946
Born: May 25
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Janet Ellen Morris
Janet E. Morris
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Dreamers
Home
Dreaming
Time
Lots
Neither
Dead
Getting
Chance
Lost

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Why is it we are always the targets of the angry Fates? Twice as many men of ours met harm as did theirs, since we've come here.
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Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.
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Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.
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It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right.
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What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.
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Niko, you're halfway to where you need to go. It's the most dangerous time. And all the gods and forces have a stake in you, Hero. Or do you want to be just a memory, a cult somewhere, with people sacrificing horses to your name?
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