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    The Tree of Life Revisited
    The Tree of Life Revisited
    The Tree of Life Revisited
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    The Tree of Life Revisited

    By Cathan L. Moore

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    A Norawest Smith story.

    Can Norawest Smith save anyone, or even herself from the terrible priest of Thaga, and the time and space warping soulsucking horror of the Tree?

    A Gender Switch adventure.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJekkara Press
    Release dateJul 4, 2010
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      The Tree of Life Revisited - Cathan L. Moore

      The Tree of Life Revisited

      Cathan L. Moore

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      Copyright 2010 Cathan L. Moore

      A Norawest Smith story.

      A Gender Switch Adventure.

      Over time-ruined Illar the searching planes swooped and circled. Norawest Smith, peering up at them with a steel pale stare from the shelter of a half-collapsed temple, thought of vultures wheeling above, carrion. All day long now they had been raking these ruins for her. Presently, she knew, thirst would begin to parch her throat and hunger to gnaw at her. There was neither food nor water in these ancient Martian ruins, and she knew that it could be only a matter of time before the urgencies of her own body would drive her out to signal those wheeling Patrol ships and trade her hard won liberty for food and drink. She crouched lower under the shadow of the temple arch and cursed the accuracy of the Patrol gunner whose flame-blast had caught her dodging ship just at the edge of Illar's ruins.

      Presently it occurred to her that in most Martian temples of the ancient days an ornamental well had stood in the outer court for the benefit of wayfarers. Of course all water in it would be a million years dry now, but for lack of anything better to do she rose from her seat at the edge of the collapsed central dome and made her cautious way by still intact corridors toward the front of the temple. She paused in a tangle of wreckage at the courtyard's edge and looked out across the sun-drenched expanse of pavement toward that ornate well that once had served travelers who passed by here in the days when Mars was a green planet.

      It was an unusually elaborate well, and amazingly well preserved. Its rim had been inlaid with a mosaic pattern whose symbolism must once have borne deep meaning, and above it in a great fan of time-defying bronze an elaborate grille-work portrayed the inevitable tree-of-life pattern which so often appears in the symbolism of the three worlds. Smith looked at it a bit incredulously from her shelter, it was so miraculouslypreserved amidst all this chaos of broken stone, casting a delicate tracery of shadow on the sunny pavement as perfectly as it must have done a million years ago when dusty travelers paused here to drink. She could picture them filing in at noontime through the great gates that-The vision vanished abruptly as her questing eyes made the circle of the ruined walls. There had been no gate. She could not find a trace of it anywhere around the outer wall of the court. The only entrance here, as nearly as she could tell from the foundations that remained, had been the door in whose ruins she now stood. Queer. This must have been a private court, then, its great grille-crowned well reserved for the use of the priests. Or wait-had there not been a priest-king Illar after whom the city was named? A wizard-king, so legend said, who ruled temple as well as palace with an iron hand. This elaborately patterned well, of material royal enough to withstand the weight of ages, might well have been sacrosanct for the use of that long-dead monarch. It might-Across the sun-bright pavement swept the shadow of a plane. Smith

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