Locklands (The Founders Trilogy, #3)

by Robert Jackson Bennett

<Need to invent something,> she thought as she ripped her scrived knife out and stabbed it higher in the cliff, slowly climbing up bit by bit. <Need to invent something to help with this next time…> She tried not to look at the perfect sphere of missing reality just below her. <I will make a note of it.>

Classic

“What!” cried Clef. “Already?”

No one is this dumb