![]() The wipers slid silently back into position leaving the vetrogel to finish drinking. They scooped out a chamber inside them to keep themselves safe from the thorns. ![]() These huge prickly spheres were sometimes used by the Ghmor – the nomads of the wind – to cross the vast expanses of the subtropical region of World-9 where they lived. An interminable sea of yellow interrupted now and again by vast balls of tumbleweed sweeping across the surface. But these had been serious enough to set off alarms and to put the crew on edge.įor over six weeks all they had seen were sand dunes and sun-scorched terrain. The sudden loss of engine power had caused some minor problems steering the ship. There had been trouble the previous night and the one before that. The first day of the fourth month of the voyage was a cloudy Wednesday which promised rain before nightfall. The long blades of the wipers swung slowly back and forth across the windows of the bridge, feeding the vetrogel screen a mixture of alcalines and mineral salts. ![]() Lifting his cap a fraction, the Sandguard ran his fingers over his smooth head. ![]() The begining of the american edition and some amazing illustrations by Franco Brambilla… A steampunk story set in a poisonous world where huge trucks the size of ships plow across the treacherous sands. ![]()
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