Clayton Emery, Earl Wajenberg
2018
With Sam hunched over the steering wheel, and Hannah gasping about his driving, the air-car whizzed through a maze of giant tunnels on a mission of mercy. Hours too late... The car dodged whole families drifting and screaming in zero gravity. The air was littered with flotsam: leg-tied chickens, blankets, cord wood, buckets slowly trailing water, rocks tied for anchors and lost, a squealing pig, a treetop. Hannah watched a wailing child spin past, then a swooping bird-man snatched it up. Here and there fights broke out between lizard-folk and griffins. .. “I hate to think all this suffering is our doing!” Hannah shouted over the wind... “It’s not,” Sam shouted back. “We’re trying to stall catastrophe, remember? Still, no problem’s so bad that a little help won’t make it worse. Duck!”
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