Broken Heart : A Billion Deaths Were Not Enough for Cassandra!
There is blood on my hands and blood on the Black Wave even now sweeping through our lives; blood and torment and fear. A second generation nuclear ship, able to cut the wave and charge into the depths of space has arrived here at my hands; and in my hands it is a weapon of hope; although my hands are covered in blood. Through it all there is a whisper of hope; a tenuous sound that those I have warned; who have at last heard me and are now panicking, cannot hear. It is ever my doom to be the first; to hear the terrible future before any other; and to know despair as other stumble into the crisis of which I warn in vain. I have brought us back from the brink; this time. Listening to that quiet whisper of sound; that thread of hope that has led me along this terrible trail, I seek to guide and to warn; as is the burden upon me. For my name is Cassandra; and the first to bear this name was too a Seer; one whose words were uttered in vain. I will continue to follow that whisper; to shout its gentle words from the roof-tops; to show the way. I lead; but who follows? I speak; but who hears? In vain I shout my warnings; for the way that seems easy goes to that place where we mortals fear to tread. "
- Paperback | 464 pages
- 127 x 203.2 x 26.67mm | 585.13g
- 25 May 2015
- United States
- black & white illustrations