On the Hill of Megiddo
The exile staggered in the riverbank mud. Blue-black circles wrapped around his rheumy eyes. He saw the world through dark swirls of hallucinogenic haze that faded to black at the periphery.
He had been trekking for days without food, and for how long before that? A week… a month? He couldn’t know. The parasite-goddess, Minaptra, carried every memory further than his previous step into an inky dreamworld where time didn’t flow, but blotted.
Constantia’s Cataclysm: The Price of Prosperity - Chapter 1
Calcoria glistened after a rainstorm.
The city perched atop a mountain that had been hollowed into the shape of an apple core. Four trainlines descended to Sapon’s distant mainland in the northeast.
Thousands of ships moved in three slow queues towards the city’s revolving sling-wheels. They sailed onto great hammocks that pulled taut and hoisted them half a mile up to the sky-docks in great sprays of water.