Chapter Fifteen
Tren got as far as the third Change before he ran into trouble.
His journey had begun well enough, if one discounted the customary pain and nausea associated with crossing the boundaries between the worlds. He’d stepped into the Lowers to find a yellow moon in the sky and an essentially benevolent, if hot, panorama of gold–tipped grasses grazed upon by an array of herbivores. He’d found a rock to climb up – the highest point he could find in the otherwise flat landscape – and searched the horizon, but no spindly tower rose in the distance. So he’d sat down on the rock to wait.
As if his weight gave it more substance than it might otherwise have enjoyed, Tren’s rock remained stationary as another Change passed. He stayed where he was as the moon’s light darkened to deep g
