_Listen to me,_ he thought. When hestopped, he had made a completely different design, with a tight nexus of strings in one of theupper corners. He looked down and flicked the winged monkey with afinger. Enough of the mystical foolishness, !Xabbu.
txt (23 of 313) [8/28/03 12:42:53 AM] file:///F|/rah/Tad%20Williams/Otherland%202-River%20of%20Blue%20Fire%20(v3. Once upon a time the Garden hadrepresented the full diversity of his interests, all his pastimes and fascinations, the dreamswhich he could pursue unfettered only in the ether of information space. Unusual trees of unexpected colors--their leaves heather-purple, bright yellow, or even pale, heathery blue--grew directly out fromcracks in the ca aul and his craft as it passed than he himselfwould have given to a wood chip floating in a puddle.
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