I got off the plane at Venettia with two swords... In a world of the global “Iron Honeycomb” all countries are isolated from others behind impenetrable geopolitical walls.... All international travel is strictly controlled or forbidden. All firearms and long-distance weapons have been replaced with intimate hand-to-hand combat and cold steel, reminiscent of Shakespeare’s Verona. In this story set in the cruel world of Pantheon, an aging, disillusioned master swordswoman coming home from a special foreign assignment returns to the old Venice of her birth and the dissipated noble House she is sworn to protect.... Discover an elegant, bloody, swashbuckling vision of the future by two-time Nebula Award Nominated author and award-winning artist Vera Nazarian. Streets Running Like a River A Pantheon Story

THE BLOOD RUNS LIKE A RIVER THROUGH MY DREAMS transports readers to the majestic landscapes and hard Native American lives of the desert Southwest and into the embrace of a way of looking at the world that seems almost like revelation. Born to a storytelling Native mother and a roughneck, song-singing cowboy father, Nasdijj has lived on the jagged-edged margins of American society, yet hardship and isolation have only brought him greater clarity--and a gift for language that is nothing short of breathtaking. Nasdijj tells of his adopted son, Tommy Nothing Fancy, of the young boy's struggle with fetal alcohol syndrome, and of their last fishing trip together. It is a heartbreaking story, written with great power and a diamondlike poetry. But whether Nasdijj is telling us about his son, about the chaotic, alternately harrowing and comical life he led with his own parents, or about the vitality and beauty of Native American culture, his voice is always one of searching honesty, wry humor, and a nearly cosmic compassion. While Nasdijj struggles with his impossible status as someone of two separate cultures, he also remains a contradiction in a larger sense: he cares for those who often shun him, he teaches hope though he often has none for himself, and he comes home to the land he then must leave. THE BLOOD RUNS LIKE A RIVER THROUGH MY DREAMS is the memoir of a man who has survived a hard life with grace, who has taken the past experience of pain and transformed it into a determination to care for the most vulnerable among us, and who has found an almost unspeakable beauty where others would find only sadness. This is a book that will touch your soul.

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