Excerpts from some of the books
A dark shape appears in the distance. The shape
appears to be heading towards him, gradually growing larger and larger.
"I think I had too many pickles last night. This is the worst day of my life,"
Sam complains as he wearily trudges across the convoluted streets.
- Tsetse Flies- 10 Cents Apiece
Strange creatures skitter around beneath the
feet of our two characters. Weird plants twist and claw their way through
cracks, tunnels, and the steep crater wall. Voices of a thousand people are
heard far in the distance, yet seem close enough to be seen. A Jamaican farmer
bartering for squid. A rushing waterfall being viewed by hundreds of tourists.
The sound of an Estonian peasant screaming for someone to buy his wares. The
drone of a helicopter flying over the mountains. Somehow, the noises are always
just out of sight. Sounds are like that.
- The Dragon and the Dwarf
Jaw looked up at Mount Sped, which rose to the
heavens above him. He was overwhelmed at the size of the magnificent jungle
covered slope, topped by brush and rocks. More profound thoughts than had ever
entered into his mind decided to enter at this moment. During this incredible
burst of wisdom and sagacity, he felt like he had access to all the wisdom in
the universe. As he marveled at the stratified peak, he attempted to take
advantage of the wisdom by quickly asking himself a rapid series of deep and
philosophical questions. His thought was suddenly lost to an endless and
uncontrollable urge to scream the number 42 for all the world to hear.
Exhausted, he looked up again at the mountain and began to climb.
- Redbrick
That night, the rain began to fall. A slick,
silver coated rain that fell from the Shamonjian sky, glistening with the faint
light of the truck?s headlights. Orange lightning zig-zagged through the sky,
illuminating the truck that sped along a newly paved road. The wind increased,
blowing the clouds frantically across the black sky, vanishing out of sight as
quickly as others rushed to fill their place. The pattering of the rain began
to increase, as the truck began to shake ever so sightly.
- Greenchair
Joao looked at the scene before him. Perched
precariously against a rocky outcropping, was a giant, twisted, confusion of
rock. He’d never seen anything like it in his life. To him, it vaguely
resembled a giant pan, like the iron ones he used to cook yams in. Looking at
it made him hungry. It was probably as wide as his hut, though not quite as
tall. It was black; as black as the night sky. Covering the outside were
strange scribblings in gray paint that he could not decipher. It looked like
hieroglyphics to him. Egyptian, perhaps? he mused.
- Orangesky
In his canoe, he reached for the oars, still
wondering at the intricacies of such a plain natural object. It was like an
anthill with its conical shape, or a crystal and its geometrical configuration.
Somehow, the fruits of mathematics and geometry, those great results of human
knowledge and wisdom, seemed to mock man’s greatness when found in nature.
Nebaj frowned. But not a square rock. His eyes widened in astonishment and
forgetting his former care for the ferns, dashed back to the tree leaving a
trough of destruction behind him.
- Yellowbeam
“I became a wanderer,” said Daved, “because I
wanted to see all there was to see. But it seems, yet again, I’m stuck
somewhere with no chance of leaving. Where are they?” he shouted in
exasperation. “Come get us!”
Behind them, a large craft descended silently from the sky and landed on the
sandy ground. The sound of its coming had been masked by the scowling wind. A
massive door opened with a metallic shriek. Daved and Alexander whirled,
startled at the sudden noise.
“Great, the Usurpers are here,” said Daved. “We’re saved!”
“Or dead,” said Alexander. “I hope they give their victims a chance to ask them
questions before they’re tortured.”
“Maybe they’re friendly,” laughed Daved”
Through the door steeped the most horrifying creature Daved had ever seen face
to face. “No… it isn’t possible…” breathed Alexander, a look of terror on his
face.
“We’re dead,” answered Daved.
- Blueshield