"There's a storm coming. It's not brewing. It is not riding in on dark clouds. It is not sweeping in from the East or the West. But it is coming.
We who are going about our innocent daily business; those who are, less innocently, planning bad things for other people; some who are considering the futility of life, consider this. Your worries will all, very soon, be the same. Those of us--or you, who are left.
Survival.
Who will help?
Why should they help us?
There's a storm coming. It moves in remorselessly from the outer edges, even now, of the Solar System.
Soon the lead Mother ships will be at Titan and the astronomers will pick them out against the night sky. Perhaps the first thought will be jubilation. Perhaps the second thought will be the question of how to contact them.
There will be no third thought.
This is not punishment. It is not revenge. It is spite.
The storm is here."
I was just having some thoughts about "The Adepts - Book 2: Empath". The words, above, sum up what the beginning is about.
This is another of those stories that was really fun to write. After having to introduce the characters in 'Book 1: Furato' it was lovely to just get on with the tale and have it unfold in my head.
Perhaps there should be a similar 'Blog' about 'Book 1: Furato'. Hmm. I'll think about that.
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