this war.

    to ty. All t to sealed tunnels, descended into se migral generators. to drive a ty is to be turned on.

    A city of ts of to tor, one at till diving—ties most certain destruction y. It is unnerving mostly because of t come from apartment reets. ime comes, o one of ts of Pompeii and  dog frozen in we ash.

    t sapper ligrapped to  arm is turned on as  on trada Carbonara. ed from t searctle to do. Eac it is to be used only for an emergency discovery. It is terrible silence in ty courtyards and tains t makes  tired.

    At one p.m. races oning filled tableau. An angel and a  in a peing, but to be no more revelation.

    ers t corner of terracotta figures painted te s a bedroom self under t oucbone. eps foro teen feet in . Still, for Kip, t is an ined room, and ures t represent some fable about mankind and heaven.

    cs to lie on it, ating only because of ticed ty ligtaco its back beneate of   sleep easily in tage slippers, a set designer’s subtlety, peeking out from under t is about one-forty.

    tens tco a pilloone. Most of  on a mat on trutten accustomed to t. A pallet and an air pillo, ro-po ttress, and lay tive and ail  to sleep on t.

    retc beside too, ices, are larger t of Amazonians slip into tentative rig turn on ty’s electricity, and if o explode  on a final searce and time cartridges. alls  al figures.  of tion.

    erpreting a neoug notice before. te flo oo is a  of ts o tiredness.

    o be sleeping, t e. turban ec of