The Broken God Machine by Christopher Buecheler

Author:Christopher Buecheler [Buecheler, Christopher]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Teen & Young Adult, Post-Apocalyptic, Fiction, Science-Fiction
ISBN: 1491273739
Amazon: B00EVVVUQ2
Barnesnoble: B00EVVVUQ2
Goodreads: 18400097
Publisher: Christopher Buecheler
Published: 2013-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Pehr didn’t even realize at first that he had fallen asleep, so seamless was the transition from the waking world to the dream. He was out amidst the grasses, on the plains, standing on a hill and looking out to the west.

This was not the sort of fuzzy, indistinct dream that he usually had, shifting and tenuous as the webs that spiders sometimes spun under the jesuva trees, invisible most often until he stumbled into them. This dream was clear and crystalline, as when he’d dreamed of Tasha on the eve of the Lagos attack. It was distinguishable from reality only because the colors were somehow overbright and oversaturated. The very air itself seemed thick with color, and Pehr found himself struggling to breathe it in.

The girl with the purple eyes was standing beside him this time, looking east down into the valley, the setting sun at her back. Her eyes were wide and distant, staring, her lips slightly parted in an expression of awe. What little color she possessed had drained from her face, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

The sky above them was dark and angry, filled with clouds of intense purple tinted black at their edges. Pehr had only seen the plains look like this one or twice before, and he knew that clouds like this heralded a storm of apocalyptic proportions. Men died in storms like these, and he thought it unwise to be standing at the top of a hill, unprotected, but they could not go forward. The valley below them was filled with roiling black water, and as Pehr watched, it began to rise inexorably toward them, seething and boiling, a deadly flood two hundred feet tall – and growing – from which there was no hope of escape.

“It has come at last,” Tasha murmured, and Pehr wanted to ask her what she meant by this, but he couldn't seem to speak. The sight of the huge, black sea flooding toward him had torn the words from his mouth.

He thought that if he looked at these swiftly advancing waters any longer he would go mad with fear, and so he turned to the west and looked out across the plains below him. What he saw there was so strange that for a moment he couldn't understand what he was seeing. The shifting, writhing mass that stretched out before him was as bizarre and confusing and terrifying as the rising sea to his back.

In a moment more he realized what it was, but the comprehension brought no comfort. If anything, it only intensified the fear that throbbed within him, and Pehr felt a sudden, powerful wave of nausea run through him, as if his very body wished to revolt at the sight before it. He fought it down, clenching his teeth, and made himself look out over the plains at what was coming for them.

He understood at last what was making the throbbing, rumbling noise that he was hearing. Just below him,

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