Monday, May 28, 2018

“There were no lions any more. There had been lions once. Sometimes in the shimmer of the heat on the plains the motion of their running still flickered on the dry wind — tawny, great, and quickly gone. Sometimes the honey-colored moon shivered to the silence of a ghost-roar on the rising air.” 

from The Lion of Boaz-Jachin and Jachin-Boaz
by Russell Hoban

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