| Author: | Peter M. Emmerson | ISBN: | 9781370908394 |
| Publisher: | Peter M. Emmerson | Publication: | March 30, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Peter M. Emmerson |
| ISBN: | 9781370908394 |
| Publisher: | Peter M. Emmerson |
| Publication: | March 30, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
THIS BOOK CONTAINS EROTIC SCENES AND ADULT LANGUAGE
Nearly five thousand years have passed since the apocalypse of planet Earth.
The moon shuddered and shook. A great cloud of debris rose almost ethereally around her. Blood red, the dust flowed like a windswept veil, held only by the weak Luna gravity and refracting the reflected sunlight. The ichors of the mortally wounded moon flowed outward, surrounding her in a sickly halo.
The queen of the night began to move, slammed from her orbit she now crept imperceptibly towards her larger partner. As she moved, she began to rotate.
Vistas gazed upon only by those who had traveled to and from Luna, and those who had poured over the many photographs brought back with them, became visible. Her face; known, loved, and on the lips of minstrels for thousands of years, was changing, the familiar markings began to disappear, to be hidden forever, in their place a huge piece of another moon could be seen, embedded into her.
Closer and closer Luna came, until she filled a third of the sky, but by then no-one remained to gaze in wonder upon her new face.
THIS BOOK CONTAINS EROTIC SCENES AND ADULT LANGUAGE
Nearly five thousand years have passed since the apocalypse of planet Earth.
The moon shuddered and shook. A great cloud of debris rose almost ethereally around her. Blood red, the dust flowed like a windswept veil, held only by the weak Luna gravity and refracting the reflected sunlight. The ichors of the mortally wounded moon flowed outward, surrounding her in a sickly halo.
The queen of the night began to move, slammed from her orbit she now crept imperceptibly towards her larger partner. As she moved, she began to rotate.
Vistas gazed upon only by those who had traveled to and from Luna, and those who had poured over the many photographs brought back with them, became visible. Her face; known, loved, and on the lips of minstrels for thousands of years, was changing, the familiar markings began to disappear, to be hidden forever, in their place a huge piece of another moon could be seen, embedded into her.
Closer and closer Luna came, until she filled a third of the sky, but by then no-one remained to gaze in wonder upon her new face.
