SCIENCE FICTION: The Moonfall
Book II: The Children of Atwar
"You must read this novel."
JP Barda, Chaos Aug-Sept 1993
"a different kind of novel; where Moonfall was an epic,
The Children of Atwar is a tragedy."
The Edmonton Journal
"You tell us so often, nothing
is right when nothing is right then everything is right," she said,
"Then even right is unright. Do not touch me so
again, you are breaking my heart. There is more love between us than this."
He turned her away and drew her carefully in against
him, holding her wrists crossed tight against her little chest, that trembled
as fragile as Saska's birds when the boy held them.
He turned; the Moon was rising, easily lifting itself
and settling and lifting itself in the intervals of his gaze; Chrysium
and the blue forests, Imbrium at the terminator. It rose where the Ng
and the world's blood could not reach it, where Atwar in spite of them
waited to put them to shame. Ah, Atwar my brother, my brother Atwar.
from The Children of Atwar, second book of the trilogy, which begins
with Moonfall and ends with The
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