Your work is part Marco Polo, part Genghis Khan. Part explorer, part conquerer. They read like topographical maps. War rooms. Like train table tops that flip and become astrological charts tracking the heavens. Orion's shoulder. Directions to another galaxy, another dimension. You drive them to the limit. You leave no stone unturned. You load them up with populations thousands of years old. Caked layers of history and culture and not a seam in sight.
Addison Parks, Spring Hill
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