A Sea of Deceit
War crimes. As if everything had gone wrong at the same time, as if no one cared, as if the dread much of the world's population felt was a real thing, an evil mist seeping across the planet. While in this remote spot those strange white fledglings, barely out of their eggshells, lined the cliffs and waited. Time sweeps before us all; and here, he had to begin again. The fuel crisis meant the entire country was imperilled. And yet, here we were, in some kind of false dawn, an Indian summer after an entirely indifferent summer, which in Australia officially stretched from December to February. Here, on 17 April, 2026, deliberate, terrifying, those who held power misused it, and those who sought oblivion destroyed themselves, and the cosy middle class comforts that the aging cohorts of the area clutched to themselves, they, too, were being swept aside. He stared in horror. He didn't understand what was happening, the way the spirits moved through the trees and the wind picked ac...