Orson Scott Card
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The third volume of short stories from Maps in a Mirror, the monumental anthology from the multiple award-winning author of Ender's Game and Xenocide. "Each section offers some provocative and entertaining reading . . . a must-have volume".--West Coast Review of Books. Includes the Hugo Award-winning "Eye For Eye".
his hand to a girl standing there in the crowd, and up she came. She wasn’t half bad-looking, in a country sort of way. Her hair was mousy and she wasn’t altogether clean and she stood with a two-bucket slouch, but her face wasn’t bad and she looked to have her teeth. Sweet, but not my type, if you know what I mean. Papa Lem introduced us. It was his daughter, which I might’ve guessed, and then he says to her, “Wilt thou go with this man?” And she looks at me and says, “I will go.” And then she
a cancer. And it was a sure thing he could’ve had those people beat me to death or whatever he wanted, so maybe I was right to be scared. Anyway I had to think of a way to make him not be mad at me, and what I came up with must not’ve been too bad because it worked, didn’t it? I says to him, as calm as I can, “Papa Lem, she was not an acceptable handmaiden.” I didn’t watch all those TV preachers for nothing. I knew how to talk like the Bible. I says, “She was not blessed enough to be my wife.
But she let me live. Why? For my seed? Those girls would’ve had seed too, or whatever. But they killed those girls and let me live. I didn’t know why. Hell, I still don’t, not if you mean to keep me locked up like this for the rest of my life. I mean you might as well have blasted my head off when I was six, and then I can name you a dozen good folks who’d still be alive, so no thanks for the favor if you don’t plan to let me go. Anyway, I says to him, “I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.” And he
somebody on purpose before, it was always because I was already mad and I just lost control and it happened. Now I’d been calming myself down so much that I couldn’t lose control. I had no sparks at all to send, just my normal shining shadow, and he was right there and I didn’t have a second to lose so I rolled over. Toward him, which was maybe dumb, cause I might have run into his knife, but I didn’t know yet for sure that he had a knife. All I was thinking was that I had to knock him down or
came back; some ricocheted back into the area where Stone and I waited; one hit me in the arm, making a bruise which ached for some time afterward. After dark, Da and Stone and Pan and I all went out, and hunted for the body of Fole, and dragged him back into the shelter of the cliff. Then they lit a fire, and slit the throats of the corpses, and tipped them downhill so the blood would flow. They wiped their hands in the sluggish stream and licked their palms as they had for Gokoke. And then