He was afraid-not of the present or the future, but of the past. He was afraid of the thing tagged Reed Kieran, that stiff blind voiceless thing wheeling its slow orbit around the Moon, companion to dead worlds and silent space.
He was afraid-not of the present or the future but of the past. He was afraid of the thing tagged Reed Kieran that stiff blind voiceless thing wheeling its slow orbit around the Moon companion to dead worlds and silent space.
He was afraid-not of the present or the future but of the past. He was afraid of the thing tagged Reed Kieran that stiff blind voiceless thing wheeling its slow orbit around the Moon companion to dead worlds and silent space.
He was afraid--not of the present or the future, but of the past. He was afraid of the thing tagged Reed Kieran, that stiff blind voiceless thing wheeling its slow orbit around the Moon, companion to dead worlds and silent space.