Chapters (68)
- Title page
- Dedication
- Part I
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 20. 20:25 MT.
- Part II
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 22. 20:05 MT.
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 25. 15:30 MT.
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Part III
- Fifty-five
- Fifty-six
- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Also by Chris Beckett
- Copyright page
His heart filled with dread. He knew this was the pure pure light of Earth pouring out from the Circle of Stones into the darkness of Eden. He knew the Davidfolk had always claimed that their Circle was the place where Earth would return. He knew his own many-greats grandfather John Redlantern had denied that claim when he destroyed the Circle, broke up Family, and brought killing into the world. But now here he was, Luke Johnson, the many-greats grandson of John, who had come across the water to destroy the Davidfolk, being summoned back to the Circle by Mother Gela. She’d sent the message by the many-greats grandson of Great David. And he was riding down to meet her with yet more blood on his hands.
Gela was the gentle Mother of all of Eden. The Johnfolk believed that no less than the Davidfolk, but Luke knew better than many that mothers had another side. His own mother had seen her dad and her brother thrown down into that fire by her uncle Firehand, and she was full of bitterness and rage. That white light in the distance didn’t seem gentle to Luke. It didn’t seem kind. It seemed to him to be a sign that Gela already knew what he’d done. It felt to him like it was searching for him through the trees and that nothing could escape it in the end. He thought that, when that light finally found him, it would shine right through him and into the darkest and most hidden parts of his mind. His mouth was dry dry as he called out to those three guards who kept refusing to talk to him. ‘What is that light? How do they make it?’
‘How would we know?’ the guard called Roger answered with a shrug. ‘It comes from their veekle. I guess it’s the light of the sun. We know the Earth people can carry pictures and voices from one place to another, so I suppose they’ve got a way of carrying that with them as well.’
Luke yanked off his headwrap, suddenly maddened by the stuffiness and the smell of it, and, as his buck began to pick its way down the slope, he felt the cold cold air of the Dark against his face. ‘The light of the sun,’ he said, running his tongue round his dry lips. ‘Yes, I guess it must be. They do say that sunlight is pure pure white. Mother of Eden, imagine that! They can gather the light from a star and bring it down to the ground, as we might gather a jug of water from a pool.’
Roger didn’t answer him, but one of the others gave a harsh laugh and spoke not to Luke but to Roger and their mate. ‘I bet he wishes he hadn’t messed with people who can do things like that.’