This is chapter 13 of my novel, Foreign. I release a new chapter each Friday at noon. To catch up on previous chapters, you can check out the archives here. Spread the word about Mark and Justin as they try to find a way home from Tielmetra.
“Sir, they’ve escaped.”
-From the office of the Secadoma
For a brief moment Mark felt like he could have been walking by his own nation’s capital. The long, grassy expanse littered with people from all backgrounds, and monuments commemorating past experiences might as well have been in Washington DC. But the hovering taxi that was landing nearby reminded him that the statue he was approaching was of an unknown king.
As they ventured further into the plaza, they felt like they were in the bottom of the Grand Canyon, looking up. They were surrounded by mountainous buildings on all directions. Only directly above the plaza was open sky. In the time it had taken them to walk toward the middle of the grass, some nacreous clouds had lazily slipped into view. Their silky iridescence made the sky look like molten lava flowing across the sky. It was like nothing Mark nor Jacob had ever seen. Continue Reading…