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“Lampadine blu su alberi di rame nero, scolpiti spogli, come fossero fiori. Oltre le tende, ed il vetro della grande finestra, il porto illuminato. Il regista e la sua assistente siedono poggiati con la schiena su di un tronco freddo, al centro della stanza, immersi nella piccola foresta a cerchio. Le paillette del vestito lungo che il regista ancora indossa riflettono tanti piccoli bagliori blu elettrico, come congelate scintille sul suo corpo modellato da donna. Due calici di vino rosso poggiati per terra nel triangolo di spazio vuoto tra la coscia sinistra di lui e la coscia destra scoperta dell'assistente. Di sottofondo un leggero ronzio, simile a quello di un amplificatore. Le facce placide come nel sonno, se non per gli occhi di entrambi dondoli tra la porta d'ingresso ed i petali di luce sopra le loro teste. Sulla parete opposta alla finestra un letto matrimoniale con coperte a rombi bianco perla. "È stata una bella giornata, come di primavera" dice a bassa voce il regista, con la voce resa grave dal vino. "Qualcosa ti ha ispirato?" "Le ombre, per adesso, sotto alla giostra." "Qualcosa ti turba?" Il regista non risponde, guarda il blu sulle sue ginocchia. "Il trenino è stato fantastico. Ho riso molto, ma ho anche pianto." "Tutti mi chiedono della stanza rossa.”

“Lan grimaced. Was she that afraid of a man wearing the hadori? Did she think his pacing a threat? Abruptly he became aware of his hands running over the long hilt of his sword, aware of the tightness in his own face. Pacing? No, he had been in the walking stance called Leopard in High Grass, used when there were enemies on all sides. He needed calm.”

“Lana is a voluptuous brunette with a seductive smile and big, sparkling, cocoa eyes. Flirtatious and fun-loving, she has a couple of boyfriends, but enjoys her gal pals just as much, if not more. Though she loves to party and play practical jokes, she’s a conscientious mom and respected leader in her community. Gentle yet assertive, she can be fierce when crossed, but she’s also quick to forgive, turning hostility into harmony with remarkable empathy and a playful flair. In many ways, she’s just like a lot of wonderful women we all know. But Lana is not a woman, nor even human. Lana is a bonobo.”

“Lana leveled the gun at Penny. “Stop,” Lana said. Penny’s reddened face grew pale. Whatever visions she was inflicting on the people below her stopped. Kids cried in pain, sobbed from the memories. “Oh, everyone has to kiss your butt, don’t they, Healer.” Penny spit that last word. She made her hands into claws and pawed at the air. Her lips were drawn back in a teeth-baring animal snarl. “If I shoot you, I won’t heal you,” Lana said calmly. That caught Penny off guard. But she recovered quickly. She put her head down and started to laugh. It began low and rose a few decibels at a time. Lana’s arm burst into flame. A noose was flung from the ruined church wall. The rope dropped over her head, landed on her shoulders, and tightened around her throat. The limestone beneath her feet was suddenly a forest of knives all stabbing up at her. “Yeah,” Lana said. “That won’t work on me. I’ve gone one-on-one with the gaiaphage. He could teach you a few things. Stop it. Now. Or bang.” Penny’s laugh choked off. She looked hurt. As if someone had said something cruel to her. The visions ceased as suddenly as if someone had switched off a TV. “I’m kind of opposed to murder,” Lana said. “But if you don’t turn and walk away, I’ll blow a hole right where your heart is supposed to be.” “You can’t…” Penny said. “You… No.” “I missed killing a monster once. I’ve always regretted it,” Lana said. “But you’re a human. Sort of. So you get this chance: walk. Keep walking.” For what felt like a very long time Penny stood staring at Lana. Not with hatred, but with disbelief. Lana saw her very, very clearly: a head resting atop the sights of her pistol. Penny took a step back. Then another. There was a wild look of defiance, but then it died. Penny spun on her heel and walked quickly away.”

“Lana's going through them one at a time. Healing them. She's amazing." Sam thought he heard something extra in Edilio's voice. "She's cute too, huh Edilio?" Edilio's eyes went wide and started blushing. "She's just...you know..." Sam slapped his shoulder. "Good luck with that." "You think she...I mean, you know me, I'm just..." Edilio stammered his way to a stop. "Dude, let's see if we can stay alive. Then you can ask her out or whatever.”

“Lancelot and Guenever were sitting at the solar window. An observer of the present day, who knew the Arthurian legend only from Tennyson and people of that sort, would have been startled to see that the famous lovers were past their prime. We, who have learned to base our interpretation of love on the conventional boy-and-girl romance of Romeo and Juliet, would be amazed if we could step back into the Middle Ages - when the poet of chivalry could write about Man that he had 'en ciel un dieu, par terre une deesse'. Lovers were not recruited then among the juveniles and adolescents: they were seasoned people, who knew what they were about. In those days people loved each other for their lives, without the conveniences of the divorce court and the psychiatrist. They had a God in heaven and a goddess on earth - and, since people who devote themselves to godesses must exercise some caution about the ones to whom they are devoted, they neither chose them by the passing standards of the flesh alone, nor abandoned it lightly when the bruckle thing began to fail.”