Shannon stood on the walk, shaded by the roof, his hands resting on the sculpted edges of the wall, which resembled stone petals, just as the roof resembled a bell-flower turned upside down. He had studied holos of flowers in school, but he had no desire to see real ones in their natural habitat. He couldn’t imagine going offworld. It would split him in two, leaving his spirit here while his body went elsewhere.He had to leave.He couldn’t leave.His parents were going to Althor. He wanted to go with them. But he couldn’t.The ISC doctors had concerns, something about his neural development, that it was going through a growth surge. They claimed that where he went in the next few years would affect its proper maturation. He didn’t really understand, and he suspected they didn’t, either.No one had expected it to take over a year for Father to leam the use of his new legs and eyes. They had yet to unravel the differences between die Rillian brain and human norms. Blue Dale Archers differed even more.
What do You think about Schism: Part One Of Triad?
