The air was cold and smelled of earth. Birds twittered. Beyond one or two hundred years back, Havig once said to me, the daytime sky is always full of wings.
Chapter 6 (p. 60) - There Will Be Time (1972)
The air was cold and smelled of earth. Birds twittered. Beyond one or two hundred years back, Havig once said to me, the daytime sky is always full of wings.
Chapter 6 (p. 60) - There Will Be Time (1972)