Gale pauses just outside the stadium, looking up at the clean, swooping lines that make up the architecture. He's reminded of the bases in the Junkyard -- a looming hulk like Anahata, albeit this would be more easily penetrable ( Read more... )

FWUMP! FWUMP! A dusty fog drifts across the room with a shake of the sheets.

( 'Nnngch!' )

(( Nexus, LOL -- this takes place in the same day that Gale tests the Atma supplement, so his sight is still wonky. ))

So this was Roland's world. Fred's world. David's world. The world beyond the Junkyard. It seems . . . dark. There's no wind here. The air is stagnant, but for sluggish drafts that prowl around the angular forms of buildings and ( Read more... )