"Eliot Fintushel - Bone Women" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fintushel Eliot)

o Merchandise screen door. Bowl-like, it was, like the sag in
a cake fallen in. She mumbled half to herself, he had always been strong,
half to me, barely daring to exist, much less to so strong.
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love, much less to love me.
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The mirror arrests me. I pull the hem of my
shirt out of my pants, and I am deflated at the by Elizabeth Bear
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beltline. Pouches and pannier bags of fat. I
am 56, and things are now an issue that never Nilufer raised her eyes to
so much as entered the consciousness of the his. It was not what women
young man I used to be—"things": i.e., my did to men, but she was a
girth. If a trim and pretty woman catches my princess, and he was only a
regard, I have to look at the geezer on her bandit. "I want to be a
left, at the child on her right, dissembling. Or I Witch," she said. "A Witch
screw up my eyes as if abstracted, sublime. and not a Queen. I wish to
be not loved, but wise. Tell
But I had loads of capital back in the A-frameyour bandit lord, if he can
days. Why did I put up with Hildy? "Put up give me that, I might accept
with?" Hell, I encouraged her. A friend of his gift."
Hildy's reproached me: I kept her around to
flatter myself, she said. That's an odd thought. Archived Fiction Dating
How could I be flattered by a courtier like back to 9/1/00
Hildy? And yet it stung me to hear it—a sure
sign of veracity. All this was shortly before my
suicide attempt. Did I keep her around out of