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Rise Above It All [MultiFormat]
eBook by Ken Rand
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Boyd Brooks pioneered double-image grain field paintings, but now that everybody has wings, the art form is so ubiquitous that it's been devalued into mere--craft. Commissions are hard to find and there are bills to pay. Well, Boyd had pioneered a new art form once; he could do it again. He turns his wings toward the ocean and contemplates the new cities under the waves. No fields there. Yet.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Sixth Sense, 1997
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [142 KB], eReader (PDB) [20 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [6 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [6 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [70 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [76 KB], hiebook (KML) [24 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [31 KB], iSilo (PDB) [5 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [7 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [34 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [13 KB]
Words: 1675
Reading time: 4-6 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
 
The children fluttering and fidgeting in a group "ohhed" and "awed," their wings humming as they viewed the image a thousand feet below in the rich California dirt. "As seen from this angle, class, the painting resembles a horse and rider, impressionistic, but if you turn this way," the teacher demonstrated, turning herself, a delicate mid-air maneuver, "you'll see the artist has given us a rather nice original still life." Boyd Brooks snorted. He hovered with his back to the field trip group, pretending to study a painting in a 40-acre field adjacent to the one the children looked at. The snort ruffled some feathers in his left wing and he lost a few feet in altitude straightening them out. He dropped far enough that he couldn't hear. And he wanted to hear, shameless in his eavesdropping. It was, after all, his work they admired.
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