Sometimes she had walked for days at a time in that dream; she would wake to find food that she could not remember gathering. Somehow, pervasive, the dream voices had taken over; the whispering winds had been full of voices and even hands. She had fallen ill and lain for days sick and delirious, and had heard a voice which hardly seemed to be her own, saying that if she died the wind voices would care for Robin.
by Marion Zimmer Bradley
by Robert Silverberg, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Fredric Brown, Philip K. Dick, Harry Harrison
by Robert Silverberg, Arthur C. Clarke, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Lawrence Watt-Evans, Mike Resnick
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