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    Predator and prey. We were the last. I said nothing. And she was gone, running, running.
    The stars shone bright but the moon was setting and more cloud was on its way, ordinary northwest cloud. The night was warming, the silence already thinning, traffic starting up again at the edges. By tomorrow the snow would melt, the cameras would work. But tonight it was still a white world where Deer Woman ran toward daybreak, and I had someone to hunger for.

    Copyright (C) 2014 by Nicola Griffith
    Art copyright (C) 2014 by Sam Wolfe Connelly