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Sheri S. Tepper is well know for writing feminist science fiction, but for some reason I’ve never read anything by her. Well, that’ about to change. I’m reading A Plague of Angels that was first published in 1983.
Moonset, just before dawn; swollen moon collapsing into a notch between black mountains; river talking quietly to itself among the stones; pine and horsemint scenting the air as Abasio brushed by them on his way down the farm lane. Big Blue whickered softly from the corral, more a question than a good-bye, but for that brief moment Abasio longed to be back on his bed on the back porch, curled under his light blanket in the morning cool. It was the same home-longing that had stopped him a year ago at the valley road and and last winter when he got as far as Wise Rocks Farm. This time the doubts and longings didn’t sneak up on him, didn’t send him scurrying back to the farm before anyone found out he was gone. This time wasn’t practice, it was real.
I’m only about 1/5 through, but so far I like it well enough.