John Wyndham
- The Chrysalids
When I was quite small I would sometimes dream of a city - which was strange because it began before I even knew what a city was. But this city, clustered on the curve of a big blue bay, would come into my mind. I could see the streets and the buildings that lined them, the waterfront, even boats in the harbor; yet, waking, I had never seen the sea, or a boat...
