xxProloguexx
Our world is a dark one. Coegare, Renin, and Sortaert block most of the light that shines from our brown star. The Jaal Mountains go as far as the eyes can see and even further into tomorrow. This is where we built our metropolises. Our pillars of liberty and persistence that stand as testaments to our unconquerable will and unrivaled insistence on mere existence. These Shadetrees and their burnt sap. These caverns and their smell of blood and tears are what we know. There are those in their onyx towers who seek to spread their disease outward. To pour their plague onto our lives. They should know that while we feel at peace in the night we will always refuse to go quietly into it. For this is our home. This is Nightworld.
NIGHTWORLD
by Bruce Martin
Dedicated to Maurion, Baby Kendall, and Little Ashleigh so that one day they can find and shine their own sky.
