Riders of Leviathan
Excerpt
From low orbit, the world called Typhon looked like a paradise. Sunlight
gleamed on the globe-spinning oceans, blue or green or gold where drifts of
living organisms caught the light. From that height, the clouds above the ocean
looked as white and soft as wings, showing no hint of the dark ferocity of the
storms they wreaked in their shadow. Land areas were small and few. Pale sand
and green forest showed like jewels displayed on a vast expanse of blue silk.
The surface shone in the sun. And the surface hid the life that warred and
rioted in the depths below. Typhon's children lived there, in the underworld of
storm and fire and reef. The blue surface hid their secrets.
Sofron stood on the shore. A part of her mind noticed the sunset light gleaming
on the breakers, but the greater part stayed alert to every splash that might
mark the location of a predator. From the corner of her eye, she kept track of
each of the children who scavenged at the waterline. The White One from the
Deep often came at twilight. She watched for him, too.
"I call Wearra 'him,'" she mused out lou ... read full excerpt from: Riders of Leviathan ebook
