Legends spoke of Earth's glorious past, of freedom and greatness. But this was the future, ruled by god-globes, as men gazed fearfully at—The Buttoned Sky
and lives. Orbs know, you gentry have busted enough of 'em for us. That hurt?"
She sat up, brushing her gown to her ankles as Revel took a last wistful look at her legs. Evidently she was quite unhurt. "You'll play fox for my father's hunt," she said coldly. "What made you do it?"
"You took a bad fall," he said lightly, wondering at his lack of fear. Never before had he touched a squire's woman. She felt as all women feel, her high caste couldn't be sensed in her body. "I'd sit still a moment, if I were you." It must be the killing of the globe, he thought; after that, any crime is possible.
"Who are you?"
"A miner," he mocked, standing. His pick was in his hand, as ever. He thought, Should I kill her too? No sense to that, when I was only trying to help. Or was it her body I wanted to touch? "Who's your father?"
"Ewyo of Dolfya, and his hounds will eat you for breakfast tomorrow."
Ewyo was one of the richest squires in this part of the world, and Jerran's cousin serv
It ain't high art, but it's pretty good as a pulp novella. Revel is a coal miner in a society ruled by squires whose power is backed up by the gods--glowing, tentacled, telepathic orbs with (we find out later) egg-yolk colored insides. The orbs live in the disks that stretch across the sky. That's how life was for hundreds of years, until one day Revel killed a god, and all hell broke loose.
An absorbing adventure tale with quite a lot of creative violence.
Excellent. Great action / adventure, vaguely similar to John Carter of Mars