rel="nofollow" href="#ulink_f49854fc-96b2-5705-92c9-af2b86e5d3d3">75. Listen.
Part V. Hopeful Campaigns.
79. The Inevitable Disappointment By Those We Love.
89. The Schism, Arriving on Schedule.
91. An Invisible Threat, Real Nonetheless.
92. Not the Highest Bid, but the Earliest.
Part VI. Election Day.
98. The Faces in the Distance.
99. Thrust, Parry, Feint, Touch.
100. The Message to the Light Wind.
108. A Lover’s Hand, A Lover’s Breath.
115. To The Faithful Departing.
About the Publisher
She smelled dawn even before the sun looked over the horizon. A low mist clung to the sleeping bodies surrounding her at intervals across the lea. Breath clouded up from her great nose in increasing puffs as wakefulness filled her body. She raised her head and glanced around the sloping green of the meadow.
The first one awake. Usual and expected. The way it should be and was.
She turned her head to the sunrise coursing down from the hilltop. A low flood of light illuminated the mist and cast the dozing members of the
