Book Details
Publisher: Splashdown Books
Published: August 2011
ISBN10: 1927154014
ISBN13: 9781927154014
Genre: Speculative Fiction
Subgenre: Fantasy
Target Audience: General
Website: www.splashdownbooks.com/aquasynthesis.html
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Topics/Issues
aliens, elves, technology, magic, virtual reality, space, time, talent, slavery, supernatural, horror, insanity, inspiration, prophecy, scripture, demons, dragons
Aquasynthesis
By Grace Bridges, Walt Staples, Fred Warren, Caprice Hokstad, P.A. Baines, Adam Graham, R.L. Copple, Travis Perry, Mike Lynch, Keven Newsome, Ryan Grabow, Kat Heckenbach
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Gizile shivered as she followed the tall, sour-faced man. Raw winter wind blew across the beach and cut through the cloak she clutched about her.
“It’s cold,” she said. A grunt was her only answer.
She looked at the rolling waves and watched them crawl toward her feet. When they retreated, icy crystals sparkled on the sand.
“Master Tok, for the past six months I’ve been a quiet student and have learned all you’ve had to teach. I think I’ve earned at least one answer. This cold will be the death of us. Why are we here?”
Master Tok paused and gave her a sidelong look. It was a look she knew well, and Gizile lowered her gaze to the sand.
“I’m sorry, Master Tok. I spoke out of turn.”
He grunted again, this time in agreement. “You have learned much,” he said. “But you have not learned enough.” He continued forward.
Gizile sprinted to catch up. “Yes, Master Tok.”
They came to a halt at some rocks at the water’s edge. Tok pointed at a small tidal pool. “Watch, observe, see and decide. Learn.”
She looked up at him. The grayness of her master—gray of hair and eye, gray of complexion, gray of dress, gray of mood—blended almost seamlessly with the gray winter sky.
“What am I supposed to see?” she asked.
He said nothing but continued to point. Gizile tamped down the little flare of indignation his dourness sparked. She moved to a low rock above the pool. The waves lapped over the seaward rim at the end of their run, before they fled back to their home. She bent over the pool, hands on knees, and looked into its depths. A wave flowed in. Crystalline ice erupted over the water like an intricate web. It hardened and turned white. Confused, Gizile stared at the frozen pool.
A picture took shape over its surface. A picture that moved, as if it were a window to another world. Gizile held her breath. And watched.