Robert is still reeling from the sight of a hill growing right before
his eyes, when another does exactly the same thing.
“What's happening?” he asks. All around the car, in every
direction, the landscape is moving, shifting, growing. The car
itself is being rocked and buffeted by all the turbulence.
“It would appear,” the midgets say together, “That we have
found ourselves in the middle of an earthquake.”
To their left, a chunk of field is raising itself off the ground,
bending and turning as it passes overhead. Robert's not sure, but he
thinks he can make out the shape of a hand.
“This is no earthquake,” Raven says, as the bending field spreads
finger like digits to brush across the fields ahead of them. “This
is something waking up.”
