Long ago we parted, said the slight, still man of the Fiia. Longer ago we were one. What we are not, they are. What we are, they are not. Think of the sunlight and the grass and the trees that bear fruit, Semley; think that not all roads that lead down lead up as well.


Prologue - Hainish Cycle - Rocannon's World (1966)


Long ago we parted, said the slight, still man of the Fiia. Longer ago we were one. What we are not, they are. What we are, they are not. Think of...

Long ago we parted, said the slight, still man of the Fiia. Longer ago we were one. What we are not, they are. What we are, they are not. Think of...

Long ago we parted, said the slight, still man of the Fiia. Longer ago we were one. What we are not, they are. What we are, they are not. Think of...

Long ago we parted, said the slight, still man of the Fiia. Longer ago we were one. What we are not, they are. What we are, they are not. Think of...