Malik Womack
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February 2056 MARIE Aurore walked the Quai de Valmy along the Canal Saint-Martin in the grey-blue light before the cafes opened. The plane trees were bare and black against the zinc rooftops, and the canal water sat flat and green-grey between its stone banks, and the cold was the kind of cold that did not bite but settled into clothing and stayed. Her breath came in small clouds that dissolved before they reached the iron railing at the water's edge. She wore a black double-breasted coat with brass…
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The Xaxalpa family home was the type any passing driver would not have found extraordinary. Two stories of a Cape Cod house, a manicured front yard, a picket fence as a border, and of course the raven-haired Saiyan girl in the backyard. Sol Yulaan had been out there since midnight, standing over a block of Devilmite Blackstone with a pick-hammer, shaping a skull. Devilmite didn't yield to much. A Gosamyrian noble could fire a star-busting chi wave at a Devilmite wall and knock off a chip no bigger than…
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Good mornings brought the Yabans out. Blue lined white clouds rose like alpine mountains above Armstrong City, above the pines so deep green under a cloud's shade that they looked blue like an empire of light occupied by shadows. Mourning doves worked through their three-note call in the hedges. A cicada had started up early somewhere and was working through the problem of being awake. Cars on the through-road hummed in the middle distance moving towards and away the titanic skyscrapers blue in the…
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