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138 THE ESSENTIAL ELLISON He raised his head, slowly, but he looked awful. I hopped up on the bed, laying my belt and shoulder holster beside me. He was cold, very cold.

My vision cleared in pieces, as if the scene were some sort of video puzzle. He opened his mouth as if to say more, then he turned, and his wolves moved with him. Je t'aime, ma petite. And how do these more recent offerings sit within the oeuvre? Well, let’s just say it’s even easier at fifty