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>Night of your birth. Thirty-three. The Leonids they were called. God, how the stars did fall. I looked for blackness, holes in the heavens.
Are there any other books written in a genre with prose of this beauty like McCarthys Blood Meridian?
The closest I can think of is Book of the New Sun.
Are there any other books written in a genre with prose of this beauty like McCarthys Blood Meridian?
The closest I can think of is Book of the New Sun.
