All the Mirrors on Earth: (The beginning of ) A Novel
Chapter 1 Our packs were on the kitchen table with our gear for our excursion laid out beside them. Along with our dinner – roasted pork and okra over brown rice packed neatly into tough plastic containers, chased with water or tea – there were our tranq guns, cameras, phlebotomy kit, ropes and harnesses, hatchets, signals flares, homing beacons, and other assorted essentials. Liz was already dressed in her abrasion resistant pine green pants and a grey tank top. Her hair, the color of leather and coffee stained paper, was loosely braided and hung over her shoulder. “Are we going for a swim?” I asked as she added a rebreather and pair of goggles to her pack. We never had to get our feet wet unless scans indicated otherwise, and our morning reports didn’t show anything in our area that required an aquatic jaunt. “I feel like taking a little dip,” she responded...