The two friends looked out over the glittering city… in the distance, the ever shifting, ever wondrous, hallowed spires of Eamon-Ra.
The printout from the weather centre comes through at 3.43am, and finally someone has given it a name.
HOMELAND SECURITY: “LEAVE FLYING CARPETS AT HOME”
Chapter 1 – The Evil Scientist
The sun had gotten up a few hours ago. It had gotten a little under halfway through its trip to the other side of the world when the Prometheus drifted into the air above the town.
The buggy swerved into the drive all hell to skelter, driven from hell to somewhere hotter and with miles to go before they sleep, these motherless sons of whores that plague me.
26/08/2007 Image – “Mer” by Theremina