A strange broken dream of a tale, bordering on nightmare at times, overlaying ancient knowledge with sci-fiction
I found this story easy enough to read but a little more difficult to understand. Even the title “Diaballein” is a tricky word to tie down, with it’s Greek roots twisting into Latin and entering old English.
The language, at times, chops and changes. The writer paints a picture but does not fully explain what you are seeing or why you are seeing. The reader needs to meet the author’s vivid imagination.
Kano floated above, speechless and disbelieving. The impossibility, the image of his silly fears, the monster he’d called Diaballein, soaked into his body and filled it out with an aura of citrine as stinging as razor-wire. He needed to get back inside his body, to pick up, run, run, and keep running.
A geologist and research physicist is searching for a rare mineral alongside a lake. Struggling with acute dehydration, his search degenerates into a living nightmare. A woman is camping, there for the annual bird count, but with here own problems and mental uncertainties to fight. The medicine she needs to remain in a seemingly sane world is lost. The characters and the reader are unsure whether what they see is real or imagined. Will they, with a little help from imagined family or ghosts, manage to stop this swarm of creatures with there murderous intent for the world.
Was the author intending I believe the visions and sensations in the tale were real? Or were they imagined by the people running through this strange land? Either way, I felt my way to the end not knowing quite what was real and what was not. Perhaps this is exactly what she intended.
The sand stretched, the sky stretched, the black dust motes pulsed like a cancerous lung.
Her chest burned, her throat clamped shut on the bile that curdled her stomach.
It wouldn’t matter what anyone did, it was too late. She’d done it wrong. The gate was open.
This was the end.
An imaginative story that almost pulls off the feat of painting struggling nightmares in your head. If you want to read something a little different, try this.
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