The river water had soaked her clothes, up to her hips. Her horse resisted to progress; the species was instinctively reluctant to step on human bodies. But with one hand she tightened the reins, and with another she grasped the clarion. She ignored the illusions designed to lure her off the path, to make her stray into the fell labyrinths of Nature.
They would all know, when she arrived. They would all know of the oncoming storm.
About the author
Klapaucius
South Carolina
I’m a high-schooler who deals mainly in science fiction. My tastes range toward older stuff—Stanislaw Lem, Alfred Bester, and Olaf Stapledon, to name a few, as well as the staples like Douglas Adams and Phillip K. Dick.
I tend to stuff lots of ideas into a small amount of space, leading to stories with lots of interesting details that never really go anywhere.
Feel free to sequel or prequel my stuff. I love seeing where others can take my stories.
Published on May 21, 2008.
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