By Peter S. Beagle
Even lifelong friendships cannot out live death...or can they?
Award-winning writer Peter S. Beagle offers a deeply own tale of goals deserted and recovered, acquaintances enjoyed and misplaced, and the energy it takes to permit go....
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"Peter S. Beagle has either opulence of mind's eye and mastery of style."-New York Times
"Stunning...Fantasy infrequently dances throughout the mind's eye in additional radiant clothing than this." -Publishers Weekly (starred review)
"Peter S. Beagle illuminates together with his personal specific magic."-Ursula okay. LeGuin
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Her mouth remained slightly open, but her jaws did not move: the words were coming through her, not out of her, without inflection, without any sort of cadence, without any trace of a homemade English accent. Millamant said, "Jake. " I wear glasses, except onstage, and the lenses are always messier than I ever notice. It used to drive Sam crazy. I took them off. " Beside me, Emilia's breath simply stopped. I didn't dare look at her. I had all I could do to babble idiotically, "Sam? Sam? Where have you been?
Not to City Ballet, not to anybody. " I gaped at him over my crusty brown cup of baked beans. I said, "What over? This is crazy. " "You don't know any dancers," Sam said. Which was perfectly true—I still don't know many; I'm not in a lot of musicals—but irritating under the circumstances. Sam went on, "They didn't tell me it was over. I knew. " I was properly outraged, not only at Garrett-Klieman, but also at him, for acceding so docilely to their decision. I said, "Well, the hell with them. " Sam shook his head.
You remember that story you told me about Queen Elizabeth—the real one—that thing she said when she was old. ' It was like that with me. I can be dazzling—I worked on it, I about killed myself learning to be dazzling—but there isn't a move in me that I didn't copy from d'Arnboise or Bruhn or Eddie Villella or someone. And these people aren't fools, Jake. They know the difference between dazzling and dancing. " I didn't know how to answer him; not because of what he had said, but because of the utter nakedness of his voice.