But farewell, Angelina, the sky's embarrassed
Somebody want to explain to me why I dreamed fanfiction for Phyllis Gotlieb's A Judgment of Dragons (or Emperor, Swords, Pentacles or The Kingdom of the Cats—the point is, Qumedni and Solthree leopards and Ungrukh) last night?
I mean, I am occasionally not human in my dreams. But I am not usually an alien-abducted big cat. And I didn't even realize whose future universe I'd been in until this afternoon.
Right. I didn't think so.
I mean, I am occasionally not human in my dreams. But I am not usually an alien-abducted big cat. And I didn't even realize whose future universe I'd been in until this afternoon.
Right. I didn't think so.

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She has also another trilogy in the same future, set perhaps a century later: Flesh and Gold, Violent Stars, and Mindworlds. Of these, I much prefer the first, but I may be biased. And a few years ago I finally managed to locate her mainstream novel, Why Should I Have All The Grief?, which is excellent. I only wish I owned some books of her poetry. She's definitely worth looking into.