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Unformatted text preview: ere fighting about Michael. "I would kill him just like that. You leave me, and what makes you think that won't happen?" Emaleth saw this person, Michael, whom Mother loved and Father did not. Michael lived in New Orleans in a great house. Father wanted to go back to the great house. He wanted to possess it, it was his house, and it made him deeply angry that Michael was there. But he knew he must bide his time. Emaleth had to come to him, tall and strong. There had to be the Beginning. He wanted them to come together in the Glen of Donnelaith. Beginning was everything. There was nothing if there was no beginning. Prosper, my daughter. Taltos. No one lived in Donnelaith anymore. But they would live there- Father and Emaleth and their children. Hundreds of children. It would become the shrine of the Beginning. "Our Bethlehem," he whispered to her. And that would be the beginning of all time. It was dark. Mother cried against the pillow, Michael, Michael, Michael. Emaleth knew when the sun rose. The color of everything brightened, and she saw Mother's hand high above her, dark and thin...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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