Praise For MASTER STORYTELLER DAN SIMMONS

When they’d been stood at ease, Garth had squinted. Trying to make out what it was they were carrying. Hard to tell at first but in morbid curiosity Garth strained to see. Now being thwacked in ominous unison. Beating the earth with a deadly thud. Each weapon, maybe a half dozen wooden switches, perhaps willow, bound together with cord. ................
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