CHAPTER 2
QUINOA, THE ANCIENT GRAIN DESERT
Kendall looked out the window of the Gourman cruiser. The brown sands of the desert below glistened in the heat of the day. The expansive dunes were quiet.
Kendall was glad for quiet. Just a few hours ago, the desert was at war—him and the Vegans, the sand Gourmans, the ancient grains, and that crazy provolone.
Things were just getting weirder and weirder, like his whole reality was going through a sausage grinder.
He felt a cool, air-conditioned breeze on his face, turned around and took in the ship.
Much better than that TV dinner blimp.
It had originally been designed to carry cargo, but the interior was empty, leaving a lot of room for everyone to find a space.
Brocc was lying on a bed of crates, taking a nap; Celerity and Geoffrey wer
