The Clan Chronicles # 3 - Stratification Cycle
What can you do...
When your home becomes a prison
And the world beneath your feet can't be trusted?
Where can you run...
In a universe where everyone's a stranger
And nothing you knew before can help you survive?
First Published 2009 by DAW Books Inc.
Cover art by Luis Royo
Main Selection of the SFBC
How could anything like this fly?
Aryl clutched her pendant, almost deafened. The machine descending before the cliff was larger than the buildings behind her. Twenty -- more -- aircars could have fit inside it. Like the Oud flying machines, fire came out of it. Like the Humans' aircar, there were no wings.
Her eyes narrowed. Scars marred its skin. There were objects fastened to it, or protruding from it. Along its underside, what must be feet. On its back? Those objects were sharp and aimed forward, like horns or knives. Best to assume they were as dangerous as they looked.
The fire ceased, as if turned off like a glow; with that, the rumble ended, but the machine wasn't silent. It whined as it came to rest, feet adjusting to the uneven ground with a series of metallic clangs. Suddenly, even the whine stopped.
Silence. Aryl's ears buzzed.
A ramp extended like a tongue to taste the dirt. Above it, a door opened into the belly of the machine.
And out they came ...
Excerpt from Rift in the Sky © 2009 Julie E. Czerneda and DAW Books Inc.
Used with permission.