The horses were the first sign, they always were when a storm was brewing.

Ben knew all too well - the frantic stomping, shrilling noises and the large wide eyes that reflected every flicker of lightning jutting dow from the darkened sky. By the time the first sound of thunder rolled across the farm, the stable was in chaos.

“Easy now,” Ben whispered. His hands raised in a calming gesture that ...

In the distant future, megacities cover the land with towering skyscrapers that reach far into the clouds. The ground below is now forgotten, infertile, and dead. To touch the ground was an act of nostalgia or even prayer, and soil once rich was now seen as an ancient relic of a world no longer known.

Until one day the earth cracked open ... Lyra froze, her hand still resting on the soil she’d be...