Children of Ruin (Children of Time #2)

by Adrian Tchaikovsky

Mount Senkovi . . . or maybe not. Sounds like an instruction to a taxidermist.

Her palps’ palsied shudders describe a direction:

So here is poor Disra Senkovi, a man a century old and many thousand years dead, telling jokes to sea life and getting a response.

Who’d have thought the old man had so much blood in him?

We’re going on an adventure.