Crystal Rain by Tobias S. Buckell [Read extract]
—Publication by Tor Books, February 2006
Cautious, they followed the destruction inward. To walk over the hot ground, they bound their feet with aloe and arm-sized leaves. They choked from the smoke. When they could walk into the destruction no longer, they turned around and found a weary-looking man sitting on a steaming metal boulder.
He wore a top hat, a long trench coat, and black boots. His eyes were gray, his dreadlocks black, and his face ashen. It was as if this man had not seen sun in all his life, but was born brown once.
He spoke gibberish to them, then touched his throat several times until the hunters understood his words.
"Where am I?"
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