But their skulls, fat where the huge brains were, eye holes convenient for fingers, make perfect drinking glasses.
But their skulls, fat where the huge brains were, eye holes convenient for fingers, make perfect drinking glasses.
How many colony ships, crewed by the durable remnants of their crew and passengers, coast silently through the dark among the stars?
rumbles from the mountain
another year without a summer
another sea carpeted with balls of frothy glass
and while we're at it
another Earth-crossing asteroid
scores a hit
glyphs
carved in the cliffs
giant bones stacked beneath