And the town is frozen solid, leaden with ice.
Trees, walls, snow, seem to be under glass.
Cautiously I tread on crystals.
The painted sleighs can‘t get a grip.
And over the statue of Peter-in-Voronezh
Are crows, and poplars, and a pale green dome
Washed-out and muddy in the sun motes.
The mighty slopes of the Field of Kulikovo
Tremble still with the slaughter of barbarians.
Taking a break from the hard hitting Maslin memoir, to enjoy listening to the first Octavia Butler novel I ever read. My first time round I read on ebook, this time on audio. Quite enjoying the audio, although if I was not already familiar with the plot and names, it might be a bit tough to keep straight #octaviabutler #dawn #xenogenesis #lilithsbrood