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- The Yeast of Eire (Part 2 of 2), by Alaya Dawn Johnson
(9/14/09)
- Fiction.
- Each time he returned, he would bring me news of Amery's safety and some food. He seemed to know precisely what we most needed--cinnamon bark, preserved lemons, bulbs of dried garlic. I tried not to miss him. I tried not to think about Amery.
- The Yeast of Eire (Part 1 of 2), by Alaya Dawn Johnson
(9/7/09)
- Fiction.
- I recalled the taste of quinoa plucked fresh from the Eiran fields, its hidden coils unfurled, boiled and dressed with just a bit of lemon and cut radishes. Tart and sharp and rich like the smell of sun on a field after a rain. And I recalled, too, the face of the gilt-haired man with whom I'd shared that dish, the smell of him, and all I'd left behind in the Eiran earth.
- Down the Well, by Alaya Dawn Johnson
(8/4/08)
- Fiction.
- I saw her clearly, then: beautiful and terrible, ancient and radical, a goddess as much as any human can be. Killing a hexapedal carnivore with a hand-made spear, hiding for two days from a giant amphibious jellyfish desperate for food, surviving alone in the Well for five years before the computers on this side even registered the malfunction--those rumors had floated around the agency for decades. I'd found it impossible to believe that such a small, unassuming woman had done all they said she did.
- Shard of Glass (part 2 of 2), by Alaya Dawn Johnson
(2/21/05)
- Fiction.
- "There's nothing more powerful than a memory."
- Shard of Glass (part 1 of 2), by Alaya Dawn Johnson
(2/14/05)
- Fiction.
- I guess that I couldn't imagine my father actually hurting us. The danger was something only my mother understood—she knew what she had taken, and how much they would risk to take it back.
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