”Zoquitl shook her head. It’s a new kind of symbiosis, this imprinting, and it strikes Frank as a near-perfect relationship. Jaeger is forty feet ahead. “Do what?” said Wade.
Then the rain became a mist, and was gone. to light incense at the ancestral altars, no voices to chant and honour their names after they were gone. She had a little half-smile on her face, uncertain and somehow childlike, a little girl waiting to find out if he’d be her friend still. Scorned—that could be her name too, as it could be his.
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