She turned. Azzie could see the rudimentary wings sprouting from her back. They were whiter than mourning doves, whiter than foam from untrammeled seas. They were tiny now, but they would grow. She had become a Creature of Light."That's disgusting," Azzie said. "You'll regret this, I promise you.
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- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: May 13, 1937
- Died: June 14, 1995
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