Zollocco: A Novel of Another Universe

Zollocco: A Novel of Another Universe

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by Cynthia Joyce Clay
     
 

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Having escaped from a dying Earth to the solar systems Imenkapur, a young woman lands on a planet governed by sentient forests. Despite becoming a priestess of the governing forests, she is hounded from planet to planet by the Toelakhan, an interplanetary corporation always at odds with the forests' stewardship of the planets. An EPIC Award Finalist.

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Having escaped from a dying Earth to the solar systems Imenkapur, a young woman lands on a planet governed by sentient forests. Despite becoming a priestess of the governing forests, she is hounded from planet to planet by the Toelakhan, an interplanetary corporation always at odds with the forests' stewardship of the planets. An EPIC Award Finalist.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940011341229
Publisher:
Oestara Publishing
Publication date:
01/20/2011
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Format:
NOOK Book
File size:
734 KB

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We are aware that a human being has landed in Our berry dell. From Our smallest truffles to Our greatest Haetrist, We are annoyed and indignant. We have forbidden human beings Ourself as a home because all the weak, sniveling things do is get sick and die when they try to adjust to Our life. Every berry, bush, bird, and beast was looking forward to adopting a new, strong creature, which We thought a creature must be if it could fly the great distances between planets. Were We surprised! Humans are inorganic creatures. They fly around in enormous metal cans and eat out of tiny metal cans. Even their babies come out of cans. Disgusting. This one crawled out of its flying house-can this morning; long after Our day creatures had greeted with stretches the rosy-gold sunshine. Our tall stalk-vegetation reports that the human looks just as gray, weak, and sickly as it can be. The grass says the human ate out of one of its little cans and then threw up in the rock basin. At least it has some manners and doesn't puke on Our grass. It smells horribly stale, too, the furry creatures say. Of course it stinks, it has been cooped-up in its flying-can home. Even though this human does look distinctly female, We are of accord not to let it come among Us. We don't want any inorganic creature in Our presence. The tenderhearted moss still has not quite gotten over the trauma of seeing life growing out of a can of chemicals. The dell life is keeping a pretty strict watch on this human. The human is trying to come among Us! Get out of here you sickly wretch! Beat it, you smelly old human! Get back in your can! Go back to your own kind!

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