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| Nevernight Cover Art ~ Jason Chan |
In the recesses, where nobody’s looked for at least one cycle of the sun around Plades, we wait.
The chitinous rustle of occasional shifts in position; patient, inscrutable; mark the silence with indications of life.
Our armour corrodes in increments of dust, burning, turning, returning to ore; reminding us of the time that’s passing.
We wait.
We wait.
In time we will unfold, our sharp edges, energised, will shed their layer of rust to seek targets selected long ago.
The plague will be stripped from the surface of the planet, its putrid flesh burned in vats and fed to the night beyond the sky.
We are wrath.
We are vengeance.
We are the cleaning.
The chitinous rustle of occasional shifts in position; patient, inscrutable; mark the silence with indications of life.
Our armour corrodes in increments of dust, burning, turning, returning to ore; reminding us of the time that’s passing.
We wait.
We wait.
In time we will unfold, our sharp edges, energised, will shed their layer of rust to seek targets selected long ago.
The plague will be stripped from the surface of the planet, its putrid flesh burned in vats and fed to the night beyond the sky.
We are wrath.
We are vengeance.
We are the cleaning.
Tales for an attention deficit world
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