Xavier, I continue to love this story, and I can see it as a motion picture. You've tapped into the spirit of writers who often transport the reader off the usual paths of humanity to secret places where forgotten people and civilizations still exist. You also have excellent description throughout the story. One example that grabbed me right at the start of this chapter was, "Geodesic mountain waves rose and fell among dancing oscilloscopes of shimmering color."
The writers I was thinking about earlier were H. Rider Haagard, A. Merrit, and William Hope Hodgson.
Xavier, I continue to love this story, and I can see it as a motion picture. You've tapped into the spirit of writers who often transport the reader off the usual paths of humanity to secret places where forgotten people and civilizations still exist. You also have excellent description throughout the story. One example that grabbed me right at the start of this chapter was, "Geodesic mountain waves rose and fell among dancing oscilloscopes of shimmering color."
The writers I was thinking about earlier were H. Rider Haagard, A. Merrit, and William Hope Hodgson.
Thank you, Sandy. That's high praise, and I genuinely appreciate it. Do you mind if I share your comment publicly?
Also—keep your eyes peeled for the epilogue, which will come out next week and wrap a nice bow on the story.
Of course I don't mind. Share away! If you've never read A. Merritt, I would recommend "The Moon Pool" or "The House on the Borderland."