Centrins

The Central Installation, called Centrins by the natives, was huge.

Dancer's Luck Maxwell, Ann, 1944- 1983

The speed with which the barricade had been built suggested that this was not the first time Centrins had been invaded.

Dancer's Luck Maxwell, Ann, 1944- 1983

He had aged since the moment the lights had gone out in Centrins.

Dancer's Luck Maxwell, Ann, 1944- 1983

Rheba remembered the glittering mound of Zaarain crystals that had somehow controlled Centrins.

Dancer's Luck Maxwell, Ann, 1944- 1983

The ground around Centrins might look old, the stone walls thrown up by later, more barbaric men might be worn to sand, but Centrins itself was untouched.

Dancer's Luck Maxwell, Ann, 1944- 1983

An incredible sunrise swept through Centrins, banishing its habitual twilight.

Dancer's Luck Maxwell, Ann, 1944- 1983

Centrins rose out of the gray city that later men had built in the shadow of Zaarain magnificence.

Dancer's Luck Maxwell, Ann, 1944- 1983

Daemen closed his eyes, obviously trying to remember the floor plan of Centrins.

Dancer's Luck Maxwell, Ann, 1944- 1983

She, too, sensed time like an immense entity brooding over Centrins.

Dancer's Luck Maxwell, Ann, 1944- 1983

Yet Centrins itself looked just born, sleek with newness.

Dancer's Luck Maxwell, Ann, 1944- 1983