SLEEP OF THE ROCKMEN

 

All over their vast continent the Rockmen slumbered. From the mountainous western shore to the white chalk cliffs of the far east, tribes of Humans moved more freely, confident in the knowledge that their giant neighbours would not wake until spring. From the wave-battered south coast to the frozen north, animals roamed forests and grassland, undisturbed by the large hunters that gave off no warning scent.

In the volcanoes that dotted this young land, lava simmered gently, waiting for the Mother to wake and send more children for Her volcanic race, but no tremors disturbed the Rockmen in their beds. The danger that threatened their lives lurked unseen – deep beneath the earth pressure was building, slowly and inexorably, between two continental plates – unheard by any ear, million-ton rocks groaned – and, hidden in a frozen lake, a glowing rift widened.

Extract of an early version of A VOLCANIC RACE - first book in my LIVING ROCK series. Click on the link to buy it from Amazon.

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