Here's an except form our latest book "Slabscape: Reset", would you be able to provide me with an email address so I can send you some more info?
Thanks,
Joe.
“Dielle opened his eyelids a fraction, kidding himself that if something horrible was about to happen, he could avoid it by snapping them shut again. His pupils contracted in the bright light and darted from side to side, taking in details that his brain found almost impossible to process. Gradually he allowed his eyes to widen as Sis compensated for the adrenaline rush and stabilised his cortisol levels. They were standing in bright daylight on a recreation platform scattered with morph-frames, floatshades and variable tables. Everywhere he looked, he saw buildings and platforms; gigantic slender towers of tessellated mirrors hundreds of stories high, smaller structures with surfaces that swallowed light or modified it in brain-tickling ways and slender tendrils which joined the towering spires or curved into the hazy distance. Their platform was edged with shimmerail, a chest-high barrier which transformed from its barely visible default state into an opaque, solid wall as he approached it.
He looked down over the edge. Below them was a three dimensional matrix of buildings, walkways and public spaces all of them lit by the ubiquitous sunlight that seemed to cast no shadows. It was a vast sprawling metropolis, filled with light and space and teaming with people. And as far as Dielle could tell, every building, bridge and platform was floating… ‘A floating city in a landscape on a spaceship.’ ‘It’s not a landscape, silly. This is Slab. It’s a Slabscape’.”
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Here's an except form our latest book "Slabscape: Reset", would you be able to provide me with an email address so I can send you some more info?
Thanks,
Joe.
“Dielle opened his eyelids a fraction, kidding himself that if
something horrible was about to happen, he could avoid it by snapping
them shut again. His pupils contracted in the bright light and darted
from side to side, taking in details that his brain found almost
impossible to process. Gradually he allowed his eyes to widen as Sis
compensated for the adrenaline rush and stabilised his cortisol
levels. They were standing in bright daylight on a recreation platform
scattered with morph-frames, floatshades and variable tables.
Everywhere he looked, he saw buildings and platforms; gigantic slender
towers of tessellated mirrors hundreds of stories high, smaller
structures with surfaces that swallowed light or modified it in
brain-tickling ways and slender tendrils which joined the towering
spires or curved into the hazy distance. Their platform was edged with
shimmerail, a chest-high barrier which transformed from its barely
visible default state into an opaque, solid wall as he approached it.
He looked down over the edge. Below them was a three dimensional
matrix of buildings, walkways and public spaces all of them lit by the
ubiquitous sunlight that seemed to cast no shadows. It was a vast
sprawling metropolis, filled with light and space and teaming with
people. And as far as Dielle could tell, every building, bridge and
platform was floating… ‘A floating city in a landscape on a
spaceship.’ ‘It’s not a landscape, silly. This is Slab. It’s a
Slabscape’.”