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304 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 13, 2024
They passed a low, marshy plain pocked with sinkholes and witnessed one open up less than a mile from them, the venting gases catching the dawn sun in a chaos of shattered rainbows. They navigated through a low range of hills where landslides had scarred the previously smooth landscape with sharp new ridgelines, crevasses and rugged tears in the ground. Skirting far around a boiling lake spitting steam to the sky, the dazzling phosphorescent waters were beautiful and daunting. In places the vegetation was almost defiantly lush, spilling across the ground like a slow-motion flood, smothering the landscape with joyous abandon as if released from some sort of incarceration. A variety of grasses, shrubs and trees seeded themselves anywhere there was soil.Synopsis: The plot's set in the near future where climate change has made available a series of cave systems previously buried under tons of ice for millennia, and a team of 'coordinate prospectors?' venture out to explore expecting riches and rare earth elements ready for mining... instead, they come face to face with the horrors and beauty that father time and mother earth inevitably yields, captures and freezes; releasing these horrors upon humanity in measured doses it seems, both in fiction and in reality.
You telling me you know what that was? Dean asked. “What happened down there?”The writing stays lean, fast-paced and top notch, not bothering to waste precious time on painting characters but rather, creating immersive scenes that makes you feel like a present and solid witness. He handles perspective switching from his characters like a true master, seamlessly interwoven and intertwined...excellent.
“It was nothing,” she said again. “Stupid panic, and we’ll bring Lanna out, but we’ve got to do it sensibly, safely. It was nothing. Got it?”
Nothing doesn’t smell or sound like that. Dean’s mind flashed back to the deep cavern with the grotesque tableau of ancient bodies. That crouched figure, that corpse, shifting and twisting and expanding. Wren shouting at them to keep their lights still because the writhing shadows were freaking him the fuck out. Lanna stepping closer, hers the only light beam that remained focused, trained on what was happening at the centre of that cave. The deformed head tilting to one side as if it was too heavy, and then lifting on a neck that sounded like it was full of broken glass.
Running, tripping, falling, shouting. And then the scream.







