Castles Made of Sand
“It was very cold. Ax got out of his sleeping-bag and went to the entrance. We are on the slopes of Mount Elbrus. I am in the ancient world. Far into the distance below, the Caspian basin was on fire. Eco-warriors had set gas and oil reserves alight a year ago, and no one had yet managed to cap the flames. The landscape, under a reddish, Martian dawn, looked like fucking Mordor. But the strangeness of it gripped him, and he intensely wanted Sage to see this. A stab of pain: a glimpse of what was... waiting for him, when he let himself feel his loss. But not now. He spoke aloud, quoting from the Odyssey: ‘For in my day, I have had many bitter and shattering experiences in war and on the stormy seas—’ A voice behind him joined in, also speaking Homer’s Greek.
So let this new disaster come. It only makes one more.
‘You know the Odyssey?’ The older of his minders grinned, his seamed face and the gaps in his teeth reminding Ax of Fergal Kearney.MoreLess
So let this new disaster come. It only makes one more.
‘You know the Odyssey?’ The older of his minders grinned, his seamed face and the gaps in his teeth reminding Ax of Fergal Kearney.MoreLess
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