This waiting, it's just— God, Lenie, you wouldn't put a dog through this. Please."
She's holding her breath, there's no point in switching on her electrolyser for a measly twenty or thirty seconds.
The ocean squeezes into Forcipiger, bullies the atmosphere into tighter and tighter corners. It never lets up.
Your other leg's injured too. Maybe just a sprain."
Rowan's minions were frantically rerouting power from Gorda and Mendocino, from equatorial sunfarms,
Every building in the lower mainland had windows designed to break inwards in the event of a quake. It wasn't an ideal solution— especially to those who happened to be inside at the time— but it was the best compromise available.
murky green glacier of broken glass, seven meters deep, packed tight with blood and wreckage and butchered body parts jammed between piecemeal panes.
All those faults and fractures between here and there would work in their favor, firebreaks to keep the tremor from getting this far.
looked like a contrail, seen head-on.
"Ah, shit," Joel said.
These GA 'scaphes are fucking dirigibles.
