"We fell out of the void toward the planet that Hugo had named Eliot. Its G-class star, Pound, hung like a fiery jewel in the void. I was frozen, and Pound thawed me from an eon's sleep, gossamer arrays drinking in light and heat and literally, though indirectly, warming the frozen sludge of my blood. It brought me back to life. Five thousand others slept on. Eighteen corpses thawed, and bled."
A tightly written sci fi short story based on T. S. Eliot's opus 'The Waste Land' that explores the divide between science and God.
"McClung has an impressive ability to write compelling characters and a fast paced and action packed plot that never seems to let up." -Speculative Book Review
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Published January 11, 2012
Science Fiction & Fantasy, Literature & Fiction.