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Death's Dreadlocks [MultiFormat]
eBook by Tobias S. Buckell
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Kuabi is coming of age in a war-torn country where the law of gun rules in the dusty deserts. Death and starvation is all around them. But of all the people around him only Kuabi and his brothers can truly see Death everywhere, for his physical presence manifests itself to them in long locks throughout the country. To make things better, Kuabi has decided he must follow Death's Dreadlocks back to Death's lair. And kill him.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Mojo: Conjure Stories, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2004
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [68 KB], eReader (PDB) [25 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [11 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [12 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [59 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [82 KB], hiebook (KML) [59 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [43 KB], iSilo (PDB) [9 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [12 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [40 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [20 KB]
Words: 7841
Reading time: 22-31 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
"...a moving story set in a nameless war-torn African country."--Sci Fi Weekly
"Tobias S. Buckell's 'Death's Dreadlocks' ... reads like a folk-tale handed down through the generations."--SFF World
Sometimes, late into the dead night, Old Ma takes the long locks of my hair and massages them between her callused yellowed palms. Such fine dreadlocks, she tells me. Such fine young shoulders they rest on.
But some of the old people are scared of dreads, she whispers into my ears. Don't mind them.
And I know why.
There was an old, very old, bush tale about the shadowy man some called Death. He was a fat giant who lived deep in the forest, teeth stinky with the smell of rotted flesh. In all of time he had never brushed his hair, and the knotted locks grew out into the underbrush for people to find.
It was a good story.
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