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The girl read about the many lives of swans flying around mystical, mist-covered palaces of prince who also became white swans.  Curly wing feathers of black swans became the black curly heads of warriors in epic hunts, in places where the fiercest steps or the bravest of heroes stalking along the banks of a coal-black river to kill a swan prince, might just as easily end in the hunter’s death, or a swan that became a prince, or dead princes lying beneath waters flowing with green-grey algae.

(Alexis Wright, The Swan Book, ‘The dust ends’)