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louise katz
“The reader is hurtled pell-mell into a febrile world of strong and desperate characters, alien lore and changing loyalties. As Pearl and Mica avoid ‘attaining Perfection’ and the Orchid Nursery, they make their separate difficult journeys through a dystopian world that Katz presents with luminous, edgy and at times almost unbearably vivid descriptions. Mysterious and compelling, the narrative is etched with a grim humour in its dark evocation of a world both eerie and strange and yet also disturbingly familiar.” — Libby Hathorn
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I awake in a clammy sweat. My lips are parched. I have slept through the dewfall and now there is not even that moisture to refresh me. The sun is stewing away in the soupy cauldron of the sky, the low clouds promise yet withhold rain. But it is slightly more possible to walk than to rest. I gather some of the coarse grass that grows between the stones and layer them in a crosswise thatch-pattern between the tongue of each shoe and my blistered feet. This remedy lasts about five minutes before I am again limping badly and now hunger, as well as thirst, comes to torment me. I have eaten nothing since yesterday morning. The physical discomfort is hard to endure, but the knowledge of my own stupidity in going off without any preparation at all makes me realise once more what a foolish, dull scrap of a thing I am. Truly, I am a waste of air. Yet since I still breathe I must find a way to sustain myself for such is the animal nature of all living creatures, however undeserving.
By the grace of GodFather,
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