There are places where men and
women are winged and red-skinned, and places where there is no such thing as
man and woman but only persons somewhere in between. There are worlds where the continents are
carried on the backs of vast turtles swimming through freshwater oceans, where
snakes speak riddles, where the lines between the dead and living are blurred
to insignificance. I have seen villages
where fire itself had been tamed, and followed at men’s heels like an obedient
hound, and cities with glass spires so high they gathered clouds around their
spiral points.
(from The Ten
Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow)
9½*/10. The
full review is here.
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