The Nodos put on an apron. The cake was done. It was a very big cake. It was baked in a relativistic jet emitted from a black-hole the Nodos had made, this quantum cake.
It was an invitation to the Theminar. This was where the "them" of the worlds met. This shadowy but colossal society gathered once a year to hold court on the
The countryside hadn't changed much, but the road had. I just didn't remember the
In my dream I wear a motorcycle helmet and I am the only one dancing in an office. There is this strange beat in the background and then suddenly, pandemonium and chaos. Harlem.
Hardy knew that fucker spilled that scalding water on purpose. But Laurel's dead, soulless eyes, the eyes of a killer, meant he couldn't hurt him directly. Oh god, did he know?
"The concept of no-nations is difficult for a time-debter to comprehend." The Exhuman explained. My napalm shield had left me in a state of delirium.
Your telling me I applied, was accepted 1 in 10000, trained in a grueling program, traveled through interplanetary space for 2 years, survived the landing, & the sunsets are blue?
Adrian could see that what he proposed was unpopular, but he persisted regardless. "What do you MEAN, my plan to secure world peace by destroying a major city is implausible?"
I was fell up into the sky one day.