Atherton #3: The Dark Planet (No. 3) - Plot & Excerpts
A web of entangled steel beams suspended the station in the air, where it was safe from the toxic sludge that drifted in and out each day. At the vast window of Station Seven sat a woman looking at the shadows of a forsaken wood outside. "It's quiet tonight," she concluded. "Too quiet." The woman brushed a hand across her brow and returned her arm to rest on the rail of her chair. There was a coldness about her, as if the Dark Planet had made her heart turn to stone. She held a vacant but powerful stare into the night beyond the window. "What will you do?" she asked. As usual there was no one in the wide open room to hear her. She had long ago fallen into the habit of speaking to herself. There were few others for her to hold a conversation with, and besides, she preferred to be left alone. The woman was having one of her frequent recollections of a conversation with Dr. Luther Kincaid. Eight years ago--had it been that long? Eight years of silence, and in those eight years, the Dark Planet had grown much darker still.
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