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Williams, Walter Jon - Voice of the Whirlwind


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Voice Of The
Whirlwind
Walter Jon Williams




CHAPTER 1

Steward hung suspended beneath a sky the color of wet slate.
Below him the ground was dark, indistinct. There was the
sensation of movement, of gliding flight. Sometimes Steward’s
stomach fluttered as he dipped closer to the dark opacity beneath

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him. He could feel his nerves dancing, his own readiness
building. The sky tipped and spun.
On the horizon there was flame. A ripple of deep, pulsing red,
throbbing like an artery laid bare by shrapnel, shrouded in a
drifting black cloak. Not the sun, Steward realized; something
burning...



He was never afraid or surprised when he came awake from the
dream. He woke refreshed, his limbs ready to move, dance,
fight.
He knew that whatever it was he was drifting toward in that cold
gray sky, it was something he wanted.



Dr. Ashraf had a corner office high in the hospital complex,
invaded on two sides by bright Arizona sky. Etienne Njagi
Steward could sit on a padded couch and gaze through glass
walls across Flagstaff to the mountains: three peaks cut into
fragments by rows of mirror-glass condecologies that reflected
the rising land, the sky, the hospital, the shimmering line of
bright alloy highway that cut through the towers. The mirrored