by Jose Philip Farmer (Author)

Hunger and sleepless nights had knobbed his cheekbones and honed his chin to a sharp point. An almost visible air clung to him a hot aura that seemed to result from veins full of lava and eyeballs spilling out a heat that could not be held within him. He had the face every transie had the face of a man who was either burning with fever or who had seen a vision.

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