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“For the first time Gersen saw indigenous fauna of Moudervelt: a band of lizard-foxes, with gray-green pangolin scales and a single optic orb. They reared high to watch Gersen pass by; when he slowed the car they advanced with dancing sidelong steps, for purposes Gersen could not guess. He drove on, leaving the troop staring after him.”

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Book:The Book of Dreams
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The Book of Dreams

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Jack Vance
Jack Vance

Jack Vance, born on August 28, 1916, in Oakland, California, was a renowned science fiction and fantasy writer. His works, characterized by their unique literary style and rich imagination, have had a profound impact on the world of literature. more

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