The Giant of Chaldor
There was once a tribe of frightened, little people, making their way – and mostly losing it – across a great empty plain toward the Mountains of Mome. Their leader was the Giant of Chaldor.…
There was once a tribe of frightened, little people, making their way – and mostly losing it – across a great empty plain toward the Mountains of Mome. Their leader was the Giant of Chaldor.…
“One thousand, seven hundred and twenty this week,” Luiza said. She was seated at the kitchen table, painstakingly adding up columns of figures. It had taken work. Luiza had gotten Isabella Gomes up to the…
Two weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon, the bus from Salvador to Iramaia dropped a man off on the highway across from Zeca Grilo’s bar. The man was clearly sick – palsied, partially crippled –…
(Bahia, Brazil - 1973) “I’ll have nothing to do with it.” Luiza’s dark eyes flashed. “It’s irreligious.” “Be quiet and sit down,” Luis Antonio said. Duca would never dare to talk to Luiza like that.…
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