The socialites were out in force for the biggest wedding in centuries. I had a strange feeling in my blood, or was it Merryweather"s, that if they hadn"t, they may not have lived to see another?
The undergrowth"s obsidian shadow concealed me, as carriage after stunning carriage shot past. Gold filigree merged with ebony, polished leather abutted ivory inlay, no detail neglected, everything at its finest; a caravan of travellers on their way to the new Mecca. The coachmen, Eternals of lesser status, yet Eternals nonetheless, flayed the living daylights out of their steeds to extract every last iota of speed. The cyborgs, or at least genetically enhanced stallions, contained such raw, unbridled power within their velvet carcasses, I felt sure they"d explode with their exuded efforts. Cold s
