Imagine a gray gnat darting over a shining black field: the sky, you might think at first, perhaps, until the horse blinks, and its eyelash flicks the gnat away. Imagine a herd of horses, dying, dead. Imagine rotting elephants. Imagine the oceans of their blood.
I am so impressed by Max’s approach to SF — it’s not fantasy, but fantastical. Otherworldly, Alice in Wonderland-y, absurd even, and poetic, lyrical.
