Dark Wasteland
Dark WastelanVeins pounding, Brad Lilling looked down to the sky-reaching spire already far below them, down along its windowless sides, immensely down to a pallid cascade of terraces each of which was a building monstrous in its own right but piled atop another even vaster to make a single, awesome edifice.
And still his eyes dropped, plumbing the night, till they came at last to the mountain dwarfed by the structure man had built atop it and to the glimmering silver thread of the Hudson at the mountain’s base. In all the Region there was only one building like this.
“Xanadu.” He breathed its name. And then, recalling the poet’s ancient and immortal lines from which came the name for this Capitol where Gar Arlen and his counselors lived with their families and from which
