Cao Yong THE VISION BEYOND

Cao Yong THE VISION BEYONDCao Yong SUMMER BREEZECao Yong SACRED POOLS
l speed. Something was coming out of the circle, a white dot growing bigger and bigger.

He knew he’d aimed the bow. But it was whirled out of his hands as the thing struck, and suddenly there was only the sensation of—
l peace.

And the brief remembrance of pain.
William Scrope died.
William Scrope looked through his hands at the crushed bracken. The reason that it was crushed was that his own body was sprawled upon it.
His newly “Yes?”
IF YOU WOULD PLEASE STEP THIS WAY.deceased eyes surveyed the landscape.There are no delusions for the dead. Dying is like wak-ing up after a really good party, when you have one or two seconds of innocent freedom before you recollect all the things you did last night which seemed so logical and hilari-ous at the time, and then you remember the really amazing thing you did with a lampshade and two balloons, which had them in stitches, and now you realize you’re going to have to look a lot of people in the eye today and you’re sober now and so are they but you can both remember.“Oh,” he said.The landscape flowed around the stones. It was all so obvious now, when you saw it from the outside ...Obvious. No walls, only doors. No edges, only comers—WILLIAM SCROPE.
“Are you a hunter?”
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