Tom Morris

Published by Tom Morris at Smashwords

Copyright 2012, Tom Morris

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Hamlet Act 1, scene 5, 159–167

Sschai t'aan, Overthrane of Dranemont, Brood Master of the Aextel, stirred and roused himself from sleep. Rising from his pit, he moved to the open window, wiping crusted mucus from his sensoria. Pale aurora flickered across the sky, pink, azure and citrine, the multi-coloured shadows writhing across the outer ramparts, glinting on the coating of ice. Glaciers on the distant mountains glowed with the reflected light, the snow line reaching down almost to the foothills. He stretched, easing the stiffness from his multiple limbs, flexing his scales and scratching an itch on his under body. Crossing to the wall near the chamber door he took up an ancient bronze mace and struck the gong which hung there. The chamber door opened and a body-drone entered nervously.

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