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Lalia Cover and interior art by George Barr.
Recoil Cover art by Kelly Freas.
Blurb:
Recoil Blurb: “They're going to take George away?" asked his wife, knowing the answer.
Wills nodded.
"My God. First the crippled, then the intellectually gifted..." Her voice trailed away.
"He's none of those!" Wills protested vio-lently. "They say he's different in a wild way, but he's not. He's just an average kid, out playing and dawdling about-"
"Why is this happening?" she screamed.
"What is making us persecute each other?"
George stood by the riverbank, his dog at his heels. Growling softly, the shaggy animal pointed rigidly at a crack in the pavement. The boy kneeled beside it, sensing the wrongness. For an instant a picture flashed of tentacles attenuating through all the corridors under the city. Then the hazy mist gathered in strength, writhing and twisting toward him. In the swirling whirlwind, George could see the outline of long, curving claws....”
Lalia: “Dumarest had sailed endless leagues in the morass of the sea of stars. Yet nowhere among the infinite worlds upon which he touched did he find what he sought. He was looking for home, for an ancient planet so old that its name had turned to sand trickling down an unreachable hourglass.
Nimino, the ship's navigator, sat opposite him along with the fat, widely traveled trader, Yalung. As long as there was a chance of reaching for a grain of in-formation, he would continue to ask the same question he had always asked every league of the way.
"Tell me," he said. "Have you ever heard of Earth?"”