Had Someone Sliced Open the Heavens…. Murderer’s Sky

Had someone sliced open the heavens and spilled their blood into the sky overhead, the result would have been no less grotesque. Yet the discoloration was murkier than blood could ever be, giving it the appearance of infection. If adjectives such as sore and inflamed could apply to the air, they fit this sky.

The firmament was imbued with a most horrific shade of scarlet from horizon to horizon, punctuated here and there with a trace of orange, yellow and even green. Nowhere was there a hint of blue. What few clouds formed in a summer Arizona sky looked like bloated pockets of reddened pus. A red sun glared down by day, and by night the stars bled mournfully while the moon glowered.

Murderer’s Sky; Book 1 of Under Shattered Skies ~ kindle ~ paperback