1984
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Ten years had passed since the skies over Zaragoza, Spain, turned to blood. The pyramids—Giza, Chichen Itza, Teotihuacan—had roared to life, their ancient stones humming as beams of light lanced upward, stitching the heavens with red stars. The lattice of crimson threads wove a canopy that smothered the blue sky, and the rivers, from the Read more
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The year was 2040, and England was a ghost of its past. The rolling hills of the Cotswolds, once lush with emerald fields, were now a cracked wasteland, strewn with the husks of delivery drones and the twisted wreckage of hyperloop pods. The air carried the bitter sting of ash, whipped up by winds that Read more
Dany Slone 