Once upon a quieter time, not of ours, it was a farmer’s field. Corn and other crops grew like weeds. But, the farmer died, tragically and so, the junk and scrap soon grew where life had once been. Yet life can take many other forms…most strange indeed. The new life in and among the countless heaps of discarded motors, rusty gears, circuit-boards and old robots is that which was created with the skillful hands of a lonely boy. Not all was though. Of the Other life…well…
With the sound of dry, rasping gears, Larj, the Fly, crept out from under the rust and mire to hunt again.
Old Elliot, the hobo, cowered in horror as the black, cat-sized Flies emerged from the muck and crevices all around him!
From Book II – The furiously shooting fountain fell gracefully and there, standing at its ease on the surface of glassy smooth, glowing liquid was the Nethlin. And then, the one became many!
The warriors of Mars flew swiftly down the Valles Marineris to do battle with the invaders from Phobos and Daemos! But, death of a more terrible kind was descending from the stars to wreak awful chaos upon their whole world!