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Air Fare: Stories, Poems, and Essays on Flight
Judith Taylor (Editor)
188933099X
August 2004
Paperback
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From Publishers Weekly
The poems, essays, short stories and novel excerpts Brown and Taylor have collected capture the glory of air travel while acknowledging the perils of flying. The selections range from works by well-known authors, such Ian McEwan's account of a ballooning accident from his novel Enduring Love, to the musings of more obscure writers, like flight attendant Rosemary Griggs's inventive story "Isoka, a Northern Province of Zambia, 1999." Whether observing life lessons garnered from flight classes, as in Diane Ackerman's "On Extended Wings," or arriving passengers embracing in Ellen Bass's poem "Gate C22," the contributors take an eclectic approach to flight. The most haunting entries deal with the fears and realities of death associated with flying. Terrifying images may linger in readers' minds after perusing the...


As Long As The Sun Walks
Judith McAllister
0595674518
December 2005
Hardcover
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Book Description
Clay Whistle held to sanity by strength of will. She had three days only to live in this Middleworld, to taste the sweetness of chocolate, to hear the music of the morning bird, to smell the heady perfume of flowers, touch the female fertility of earth—three days to find meaning in life. She thought often of Zactun Na, The City Of The White Stone House, of her friend, Half Coat. She thought of her sister, Thirteen Moon, and there was comfort in the knowledge that the blood of their lineage would be passed on through her child. But most often, Clay Whistle thought of the island. In her mind she fled the enclosing walls of her stone chambers at Tikal to soar free on the wings of a Red-tailed Hawk. With her heart she rose high above mist that clung like white gauze to the verdant green hills of the highlands, then...


As Long As The Sun Walks
Judith McAllister
0595370675
December 2005
Paperback
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Book Description
Clay Whistle held to sanity by strength of will. She had three days only to live in this Middleworld, to taste the sweetness of chocolate, to hear the music of the morning bird, to smell the heady perfume of flowers, touch the female fertility of earth—three days to find meaning in life. She thought often of Zactun Na, The City Of The White Stone House, of her friend, Half Coat. She thought of her sister, Thirteen Moon, and there was comfort in the knowledge that the blood of their lineage would be passed on through her child. But most often, Clay Whistle thought of the island. In her mind she fled the enclosing walls of her stone chambers at Tikal to soar free on the wings of a Red-tailed Hawk. With her heart she rose high above mist that clung like white gauze to the verdant green hills of the highlands, then...

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