Excerpt from HOW THE WIND DEMON BEEN SAVE' THE WORLD ______________________________________________ "Terra Earth is sleeping now in Father Sun's warm embrace. Her Magnetosphere bends against the Solar Wind like a dragon's armored back, whiskers and tail sweeping outward, beyond the orbit of the Tombstone Moon; her great claws grip the planetary poles and down them elementary particles flow to burn in the upper atmosphere like curtains of cold fire. Terra knows the meaning of separation, of death. Even now her tail brushes across the face of her dead sister. There is no quickening response...