Absalom's Mother and Other StoriesLouise Marley's first collection includes ten science fiction and fantasy stories, most with a feminist take. Due to Marley's background as a concert opera singer, many stories have music at their heart. |
Contents
| 10 | |
| 13 | |
| 35 | |
p dolce | 62 |
Small in the Saddle | 87 |
Jamie Says | 103 |
Starchild Wondersmith | 114 |
Gathering Genius | 133 |
Night Shift | 174 |
Body and Blood | 181 |
Deep River | 211 |
Common terms and phrases
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Popular passages
Page 206 - For they have shed the blood of saints and prophets, and thou hast given them blood to drink ; for they are worthy.
Page 228 - Deep River Deep river, my home is over Jordan, Deep river, Lord; I want to cross over into camp ground.
Page 13 - O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!
Page 183 - this is my body, given up for you; this is my blood, shed for you" and "Jesus gave up his spirit".
Page 217 - My Lord, what a mornin' My Lord, what a mornin', my Lord, what /a mornin', oh my Lord, what a mornin', when de stars begin to fall, when de stars begin to fall.
Page 215 - ... he was forty-two, and behind his ardour was a natural middle-aged caution. He didn't, he confided to Miss Maxwell, want to make a mistake this time, from which she inferred that his first marriage had not been a complete success. She herself was pulled in two opposite directions. She was as certain as she had ever been of anything that Miss March would make him very miserable. She had a kind of tenderness for him, he was so childish and so...
Page 149 - She stamped down the hall to her bedroom, and threw herself on the bed.