Every year, on the anniversary of Gwenâ€™s death, he returned to Clovis to stand in the cold desolation, hearing the wind moan through the lonely passes, feeling her loss all over again.
On this anniversary, he wasnâ€™t alone in Clovis. He heard the noises rustling in the brush. He smelled the raw river of Shadow tech. Then he saw it:
The claws â€¦
The flicking tail â€¦
The maniacal, glittering eyes fixed on him â€¦
â€œIâ€™ve been waiting for you,â€ it said in a grating voice as it attacked.
* * * * *
Far away, across the cosmos in a city of wondrous crystal towers, two people watch in horror as the desperate scene at Clovis unfolds. They had worked so hard, sacrificed so much, even argued for it before the gods. They convinced the gods they were right, that they knew best, and everything would go well.
But, things werenâ€™t going well at Clovis.
If this situation went poorly, then ages worth of work would be lost, and, just possibly, the universe might come to an end.
Science Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He
has been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on
any available wall or floor with assorted crayons. He attended The Ohio State
University and majored in English Literature. Ren has been an avid lover of
anything surreal since childhood, he also has a passion for caving, urban
archeology and architecture. His highly imaginative “League of Elder”Â book series is published by Loconeal Publishing
â€œYeah? You seÂlected an unimpressive, filth-covered twig from the Black Hatsâ€™
basement. I saw the list Fiddler Crowe gave you, I went over the names. There
were warlords and Marists from the heights of Xaphan society. There wereÂ realÂ Black
Hats listed, a couple of Sisters mixed in too, some Fleet officers, Warbird
captains, members of the Learned and the Chaste, of the HosÂpitalers and the
Science Ministryâ€”some pretty impressive names. There was even a frickenâ€™
Brandtball player on there! How cool would that have been?â€ She ground her
teeth in a threatening manner. â€œSo tell me, why this homely little â€¦Â nobody,
and your explanation better be good, otherwise Iâ€™m going to disincorporate the
three of you right here and now and punch my own ticket to the Hell of the
Gods. Iâ€™m probably going to be heading there anyways for all of
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