During my first reading of "The Clockwork Dynasty", I seemed to have missed this selection of text:
"My mind flashes with a vision of this woman-she is riding a fantastical horse with tiger stripes across a lush jungle clearing. She is laughing, hair flowing, looking back at me and flashing her teeth, sharp and white. Then a primeneval forest swallows her, wet and dark, and from deep within I hear roaring..."
Pyotr Aleveyevich, an avtomat
Other texts by Daniel H. Wilson
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