Dark Light
Chapter One
Stone froze in a cold sky. Around him, the glider's struts creaked and its
cables sang. Hundreds of metres below his feet, the valley crawled. The Great
Vale stretched fifty or so kilometres before him and the same distance behind
him, its fields and towns, rivers and screes filling his sight. Through the
imperfect glass discs of his goggles he couldn't quite see the mighty rockfalls
at either end which had, thousands of years ago, isolated the valley, but he
could just make out the distant gleam of the lake formed by Big River against
the natural dam at the eastern end. The mid-morning sun glimmered on a series of
meanders in the river's fat, lazy length along the valley's broad floor.
The word for world is valley, he thought, and the word we use for ourselves is
the flying people, and the word the savages use for themselves is people. Oh but
aren't we a sophisticated and self-conscious stone-age civiliza ... read full excerpt from Dark Light ebook
